I can't seem to recall
how my past 5 hours were spent.
I seem to have lost my hope
amid mental file folders marked "URGENT".
I arrive by way of a detour
due to SIMILE construction.
Like modem static to an email en route...
or like union workers on strike,
I've halted production.
I seem to find satisfaction
in redirecting my focus.
Viewing my vocation
as a corporate circus.
One never fully understands
the purpose of the commanders wishes.
"Do what you're told!"
even if it's "Wash the dishes!"
Query or Question...
Neither of which are welcome
I'm more than sure.
For the status of my job
is at best, INSECURE.
by Myxl Dove
© 2001 Mythic Elf Publishing. All rights preserved.
(like the bones of a Tyrannosaurus)
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