Whatever happened to the days of the doorbell inspector?
the one that would come to you,
with nose in the air
glasses drifting back and forth
dependent only on the angle of neck tilt
He would come to your home
ring your bell...
if you answered
he'd collect his fare
if no one obliged his tolling
It's been a long many days
and he believes
he must be
with a working doorbell
to think, he once pitied the poor telephone dialer, the voiceless voice spinning the disc to gain the line, only to be hung up on, dial-tones and disconnect.
…and he's begun to construct an updated resume
as he heard that there may be an opening
in the department of oxygen.