The Staff Meeting!
We sit here in heavy
At the close of the day,
Blinking with patience
As we try hard to stay!
They throw such a clutter
And mixture, intense,
As here we sit squirming.
With a brain full of dense!
The endless, the gushing,
No time to digest,
Seems only to give us
More pain in the the chest!
We sit in small circles,
Uncertain and lost,
With a wordy explosion
That ties us in knots!
Joy Weare.
14th march, 2006.
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