Verizon owns time... Their time, your time, my time. They must, because they waste it With the impunity of ownership, Cavalierly keeping me on hold forever... While they endlessly search For the right department, The right agent To help me with billing. And they let me languish With no interim message To show they're still there, Nor music to soothe me. And I wearily wait, As my newest guide, Zia, Does what no other was able to do, Magically, lead me To where I, long ago, wanted to be... The billing department... Wonderful Zia, Maybe, I'll marry her.