The Headset

Once upon a Wednesday dreary, while I spaced out, dim and bleary,
Over many a plodding and tiresome call of irksome dorks,
While I answered , nearly snapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone slowly tapping, tapping on my shoulder, bored.
"What the eff?" I turned, "tapping on my shoulder, bored—
                       Free at last, and phones no more."