a daisy's life, poems etc.

Help desk 

She receives with an encouraging hello

But is drained on the other side

Her sweet voice welcomes questions

But mean rolls in her eyes

She worked her hours in a cold basement

The screen glaring with complaints

And every scroll took away

The smile from her once radiant face

Her voice was calm despite your shouts

Menacing she could be too

But bound by the contractual duty

She promises never to leave you

The help desk was her and some coffee in cheap cups

Late hours and infinite pages

You’re one minute were her thousands

But she was there despite her wages

Her job was commitment

And she was the ideal spouse

For while marriage was unfair

She never let herself howl

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