If you use Google Voice, you know that it has a transcription feature. At its most useful, this feature allows you to surreptitiously read a voicemail when you cannot listen to it. At its worst–or best–this feature can make it seem as though a lunatic has left you a voicemail, as though Google Voice is actually a psychotic poetry generator. So today I present to you a poem by Google Voice, which we’ll call:
Hello, Hey
Hello, Hi. Hey, right here hey, hey. Hello.
Hey, Hello just fits. Thanks, hey hey hey, stuff, or.
If you, hey. I call HI HI I’m still Because, okay.
Hello, hey. Bush’s with me. We Are Here, hey forward to hearing me.
But if you evenings with the alright.
Delivery call. Hey Kirk, Office, okay your.
Bye. Hey, hey. Detroit HI hey. So HI I’ll talk to you.
Bye bye. Yes. Hey George, hey bye bye hey you her water, the debate.
Well, okay. Hey, hey you. All You the, D hey hi.
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