Lucky Man(ager)

[lady_byron]

Telemarketing manager,
there's something about your smile,
your wrap-around shades,
and the fact that we will never speak in person
that makes me want to hug you.

Telemarketing manager,
when I see you strut down Princess St.
on a sunny morning around ten
I reconsider my atheism
at least until your break's over.

Telemarketing manager,
your shirt is black and slick without ironing.
Your belt buckle glinting, your hair receding.
Your walk is kinesis etherealized,
Hope capitalized, your capital guaranteed.

Telemarketing manager,
give me a call some time.
I'll buy at least one of whatever you're selling.
You look just like my old telemarketing manager,
except that you look friendly, happy, and not mean.