My first goal for this poem was to create a Dilbertian atmosphere of cubicles and work and malfunctioning motivational schemes. (Mind you this was a decade before Dilbert.) You're also supposed to be impressed by the density of rhymes: two per line, in very short lines. |
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An Air of Resignation |
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I resign, I quit.
I am mired in the work,
Now I'm told a hint
Can't be seen at all,
Just to find that the piles
But I'm losing my hair
At my job like the rest
So I go, wish me well, |
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You can e-mail me at maaku at attglobal dot net. |