SURVEYS...BAH HUMBUG

I'm filled up to the WAZOO with blooming surveys.

WAZOO (consisting of or containing meaningless words, 'Webster's')

PLEASE, can I just return to the jungle, or at least to

simpler times

Maybe not papyrus, but to simple conversations that ended

when you walked away

over and done

No computers

No phones

No Amazon, no Walmart, no Delta Airline, no hospital, no Dentist, no Chiropractor, no Chiropodist, no Optometrist, nor Ophthalmologist.

Every store, every bank, every place of business......SURVEY

There are surveys and surveys about surveys

My head is spinning

Were I to indulge in SURVEYS

Half my life would be fuddled away indulging everyone in their inane

obsession with their 'GOOD JOB', pat me on the shoulder for doing

what I have chosen to do

and need everyone's approval

so that I can become better

even if I have to annoy the thousands of

hard working, tired people who just want to order pizza

or go to the doctor

or take a trip to get something important done

and just go back home and rest

Instead of having the annoyance of a million

SURVEYS

Saturating their already information overloaded brain

just on the brink of driving them cuckoo

and darn crazy

just so you can feel better.

Where opinions are warranted, I will give them.

Warranted. Yes warranted.

Otherwise

Soothe your own darn egos.

BUT JUST

LEAVE ME THE CRAP ALONE.

"Please take the time to fill out the survey at the end of my befuddling poem."

Thank you.