Workplace Woes

One does not sprint a marathon

Neither does one race a bus

But in the work place, so it seems,

That’s exactly what they want from us.

Every task is critical;

Each of highest priority

Expected quite some time ago

Before it was assigned to me.

With ever present implications

That failing to meet some magic metric

Will carry vast recriminations.

It all makes my work life quite hectic.

I will seek self-preservation,

Time for an endless vacation.

Cappuccino Potato Chips

They say “beggars can’t be choosers”
“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth”
But I sorrow for the losers
Whose long standing hunger drought
Will be quenched, in no small measure,
By Frito-Lay’s Corporate seizure!

Someone somewhere has a goal
Better than a great dig hole.
But surely not to flood the needy
Beneath a tide of chips this seedy,
Unless that is the secret mission
Of some nefarious politician!