LAST OFFICE
(In Memoriam Holiday Work in the Spare Parts Department)
here's another paper for the pile
rising like a tower block
growing quicker than a tree
labour of hate and damned futile
but who am I to sit in judgement
a stranger from outside
temporary employee
so recently welcomed to the fold
I'd just be told
I'm not being paid
to take the initiative
I'm being paid
not very much
to do my job
processing and being processed
copying columns endlessly
ZERO
ZERO
ZERO
I'm meant to be creating
order in chaos
I'm meant to be content
to be a cipher in the system
but all this input/output puts me out
time and time again
I watch the clock
hands on a go-slow
tea-breaks slake monotony
but inmates keep away from me
to them I am a raw recruit
and what's more don't even wear a suit
for quarter of an hour they stand at ease
obedient
they troop back to their desks
like clockwork soldiers
the manager inspects his claws
vain or maybe insecure
important man
Napoleon on paper making war
regrettably he's had to reprimand me
I must have been a naughty boy
sir want me dressed in uniform
something I wouldn't be seen dead in
what keeps people slaving here
money habit fear or what
I for one am sick and tired
of being numbered
among the bureaucrats
a humble clerk
replaceable part
I don't care if I get fired
just because it's wrong to daydream
gazing out the window at the view
lingering in the loo too long
I don't give a shit about
increasing productivity
as far as I can see
the company's bad company
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