you pack of incompetent bastards…
Your outages are wearing thin
This client’s copped it on the chin
and NO, it’s not a passing phase
To get online takes fucking days
I rang and waited on the phone
But got the hint I’m on my own
You’re on the nose, your service pongs
Your tips just didn’t right my wrongs
I listened to your dumb advice
I disconnected damned device
Delays are only getting worse
I’ve suffered through the red light curse
Yes, as I feel the Hellstra burn
I wonder…will my joy return?
My internet is on the blink
As hosts go, pal, you fucking stink
You promised you had sorted it
Your CEO is full of shit
I have no fucking web address
I’ve just closed down my business
You pricks have rarely got my back
You will not ease it up my jack
I’m so crapped off, your Telco sucks
You’ve shafted me and thieved my bucks
I’m going broke I’m in a hole
Some heads had better fucking roll
My broadband is a piece of snot
I’m billed for shit I haven’t got
So there it is, you must agree
How dare you pull that shit on me?
Ten days I had no internet
You blew me off, you made me fret
So don’t have the audacity
To charge me an outstanding fee
My payment shall be somewhat late
Because you bastards made me wait!
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Copyright P J Ross
04122016
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