It's not poetry, but it's one of my favorite pieces.
It was inspired by someone I only know as "Strideo"
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Strideo: Behold! Telemarkia! The nation of telemarketers! The is no
traffic because they are all telecommuting to their telebusinesses. If
you want somthing just pick up the phone, or wait for someone to call
you and try to sell it to you.
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telemarkia
how interesting...

"hi, i'm a telemarketer
and i'd like to sell you something"
"really? what a coincidence,
i'm a telemarketer too!"
"well, i'm selling these
new and improved
hooziwutzers
to afford christmas gifts
for my family"
"i'm selling
state of the art
jangalafurs
to afford christmas gifts
for *my* family"
"hmmm"
"yeah"
"ok, how about
you buy some
hooziwutzers
for your family's christmas gifts
and i buy some jangalafurs
for mine"
"deal!"
...
christmas day:
"merry christmas dear!"
"merry christmas!"
"hey, you got me
a jangalafur!"
"hey, you got me
a hooziwutzer!"
"hmmm"
"yeah"
...
the day after:
"hello?"
"hey, i was just thinking
about our christmas mix up"
"and?"
"do you think we're having
trouble communicating?"
"yeah,
we should see
a marriage therapist
or something"
"that's a good idea...
and while i have you on the line,
have you heard about
the jangalafur plus?"