The windows flicker golden under sun,
the shadows on the wall flow silver grey,
the water in my cup is crystal clear,
the wood top of my desk glows copper-bronze.
My fingers glide and click on coal-black keys,
the palm of my right hand sticks to the mouse,
the plasma screen glows blue and green and white,
that devil box with lights that flash and buzz.
Old paperwork is piling up too high,
the envelopes and files are flowing fast,
the work that which is endless never done,
until that time at which I can go home.
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Written February 8th, 2006
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Brilliant write cuz as per usual
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cool.
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I love the details! I think that when many details are used, it's important to make them understandable, and you sure did a good job! It is sort of funny because this poem brings to mind many different common situations that happen at work. I never would have thought work could provoke feelings so poetic!
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Wow! I love the imagery in this, its really powerful. I totally emphasise with this, I find my work endless too!
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