A poem about how everything seems to be automated and how difficult it is today to raise a complaint without finding an automated response in the way of discussing these issues with a human being.
Dissatisfaction
I write an article
It gets declined
I ask why this rejection
A reason refined
Every time I seek an answer
I get an automated reply
Are there no real people?
Nobody to reason why
I am simply trying to write
Articles of which I enjoy
But automated machines
Reject, dreams simply destroy
This feeling of automation
No real people to argue or curse
When all I wish is to write
Something in rhyme or verse
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