Workplace

She sits so subtly on her troubled ass

Talking so much it bores the class;

Talking of times that never did come

And reminding us of lives that happened to none.

Faces of wonder and sighs of despair

Does little to disturb her tedious air.

Until round the corner comes a high pitched crow

Silencing the lamb with her overall know

Telling us about who we’ve become

Laughing and joking, trying to be fun

Perched on her judgement, and looking on down

With her ever-watching eyes and worrying frown.

And hidden away in a locked up room

Is a young golden princess with a beautiful groom

Who wanders out as a timid being

With wide open eyes and disbelief in her seeing

To take away momentary rest

With pointless work so we’re at our best.

But the eagle in charge does little to see

What happens underneath him so effortlessly.

If point meets point a smile will come

But if ropes do not tie, his worry is none

So why should we worry if the eagle won’t fly

Or waste our breath or utter a sigh.

So tell this to our aged friend

Who lets this task drive him round the bend

With waterfalls of worry drowning in fear

When needlessly we realise the need to adhere

So a laugh and a chuckle blocks the release

Of children and adults who can not be pleased.

The crows offspring watches with awe

Not believing the pointless acts he saw

And with a yawn he turns onto his side

From the front he chooses to run and hide

And by time the jobs have all been done

He returns back home having done none.

So leads us upstairs to naught but a pound

Who is our living proof of lost and found

As witless a wonder known to he

Though innocent and gentle his inner may be

He listlessly sees the job to none

And lives his simplicity as ought to be done.

A place like no other this must be said

Where once bright brains appear to be dead

Where slow crawling days force us to ask

Why it is us who must suffer this task

My advice is simple though you may not believe

Once you enter this place, you may never leave!