The Reign of Uncertainty
There hovers a dark spirit
Over the unswept floor
And across the mantle of the
Doorless door
Who has the sacred sage
To cleanse and bless
What appears to be
A very fine mess
Of putting folks incharge
Who really have no clue
Of how to use the materials at hand
And to build with cohesive glue
A united staff willing to work together -
Instead in this sinking ship
It appears every ‘man’ is for ‘himself’
As those who should do not get the ‘pink-slip’
But are just shuffled around
To bring their destructive self
To each and every crevice
And every stock-able shelf
Who has the sacred sage
To cleanse and bless
What appears to be
A very fine mess
At the end of my humble little shift
I shake my head in disbelief
Wash my hands and quickly retreat
And heave a heavy sigh of relief
JP/davh
Process notes: A different ‘Spirit’ - The ‘new’ boss is a negative ball of wax.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
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Sorry for you negative boss. It's rough enough some days to maintain positivity, but when there is someone sucking it out of you, it becomes nearly impossible. I like the idea of building with cohesive glue, Jules, maybe the rest of you will win him over with your ideas. but then again....
ReplyDeleteAt the end of this poem, I thought of Abba (the singing group), who often used a bouncy and cheery meter with dead-serious lyrics. It's a nice rythm and clever form for this topic. Well done.
ReplyDeleteIndeed once again the work environment shifts for you... I am so sorry.
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