Poem of the day: The emergency service (sponsored by joiphone)

by Putzina
(originally published on myspace in 2008)


A mild mannered fellow mistaken for a lady stays calm under pressure
As a cement worker uses profane colorful speech
After which the fellow answers questions to help colleagues contact
The trained healers they are so desperately trying to reach

Users of medicine reach out to their suppliers
Via audio frequencies beamed through the air
And upon being told they must abstain until Monday
They protest that the delay is not fair

A man from the Far East responds to his voice mail
And tries to converse in English with a young man from Manila
For a child is to be born once the surgeon is ready
To introduce the woman's infant to the Earth
And she need not bleed more than to the extent required
For all to go smoothly with her infant's irregular birth

Ladies speaking foreign tongues inquire about their visits
With magic men and women who they think can provide a cure
To all that ails them and makes them feel weak
But the messenger wants to be sure
That he has the correct number and he has the right name
So the sought can respond to the seeker
And the chemist can dispense the magic blue pills
So the weak ones won't feel any weaker

When the steward returns, he takes control of his flock
Hoping the queues will cease to linger
For to transition from one crier for help to the next
The messenger really need only lift a finger