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.
In the east, again,
Sabre rattling echoes
Is this just more posturing
Or prelude to still more war?
over a coffee cup design?
On this does the fate
of humanity depend?
Let us pray that’s not the case!
to pointless suffering for
no other purpose
than to satisfy some bean
counter’s ledger book,
to mark some box, tick off some
check list, justify his job.
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!