You talk to one, you’ve talked to them all
They sympathize and prove your fault

They want your money and no attention
As clear as water with life-saving salt

Not my life they save but a faceless god
Who gives them scraps and makes them bald

“Together we can, weather the storm”
But a storm will get you a paracetamol

For we, by we, employ a bird-catcher
He let the birds do and catch us all

I’m thankful though for they let me choose
I can wait in line or request a call