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Cold Calling

There's a "No Canvassers" sign
Stuck in the glass on your door
And just to be certain one in your street
Says I can't call there any more.
I don't call for pleasure,
I don't  mean to offend,
I won't defile your home,
Don't want to be your friend,
I just want to earn a living
And I try to get it right;
I smile as you answer
And I strive to be polite.
I leave if you ask me to,
Don't return your foul curse,
And I carry on with my job,
Life could be so much worse.
I could be unemployed
And living on the state,
Once again a victim of
Your prejudice and hate.
So I knock on your door,
I don't want to come inside,
Just try to do my job and
Retain my dignity and pride.
I ask for your tolerance
Understand your rage:
This isn't a pleasant way
To try and earn a living wage.
I walk up another path
Trying to keep in good heart,
Hoping to make a sale
Hoping to make a start.
I pluck up my courage
As I see once more
There's a "No Canvassers" sign
Stuck in the glass on your door.


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Cold Calling