Back to Work

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The papers slip into place, then

Snap! They're pierced and

Secured. Once, twice, many more

Times I repeat the task at hand.

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A light bright blue turns on

And I dig in drawers for silver.

With a press of grey, the panel

Slides back and I offer the sliver

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Back to work I go but not

For long. Click. Click. Something

Ill pierced causes a new delay.

Wiggle the sheets and a piece I fling.

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Finally done, I onward move to

The whining beast in another room.

I feed it paper and in place of

Hums, I'm met with shrieks of impending doom.

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Undeterred, I press on, sheet after sheet

Until an orange light accosts me -

The beast has run out of paper to give

And so I venture down to for more plea.

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My prayers answered, the wonderful man

Restores three reams and I onward work.

But another problem arises: A paper jammed

Inside by an error of my own and I seek a desk clerk.

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But then I recall: I can fix it myself!

And I delve into the beast.

I find the jam and toss injured sheets,

But when to work I go, still the whining doesn't cease.

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The clocks tick on and still I

Play with the beast. But then, a new

Challenge we face: Ink is gone, and

The beast can no longer manage the queue.

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I again move out and down to cast

My plea, but it goes unheard.

In this inkless land, these tasks can only

Go undone, yet their demand is absurd.

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Untasked, I sit and wait and watch.

Children listen and read and test.

The teacher talks and scans and waits.

And finally a bell rings for us to rest.

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At least until the next resounding hour

When we are all recalled to our

Tasks for the remaining day.

And we wouldn't have it any other way.


January 2, 2018