opera operator operation

dial the digits that beep to the tune that gets me through,
to my ever so expensive, cell phone service provider,
those bastards that keep me confined to being nothing more than a minute man
hello operator, i heard you're here to service me,
and please do,
could you direct me to,
your supervisor, the one whose in charge,
listen to me, when i speak, i must apologize in advance,
for the anger in my tone and the alcohol in my annouciation,
but ive got some bones to break
give me back the part of me you stole from me, you bitch!
all i am is in this spit and i'll drown this phone receiver if i must,
four years old or not, its not up to you,
i'd saved those messages for a reason
and i'll kill you if it means that i'll never get them back
how can you take from me that
which is all i have left
for the taking, that wasnt taken,
by her