The Form Queen
The ever repeat, the constant fill out,
the long endless write, the pointless, the thud!
They give you the form to fill out and sign,
so you sit down and write, and clutter your mind!
Then when you have finished, just on deadline,
you take a long breath, and wait for the next!
The same information, same thoughts and same
words, but they have to be placed into a
different space!
I think I'm getting too old for this waste.
This constant change is always the same!
Joy Weare.
5th November, 2005.
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The Form Queen
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