Sweet, so sweet the air-con revenge: finally
the system is fixed, I'm purple and blue with
the cold in the office, everyone huddles in all
kinds of garments, we had complained a lot
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Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. Yes, such perfection; but, mankind need to change for the better. E.K.L.
And as life continues as we leave our physical bodies we go straight to a kind of bureaucratic heaven where the temperature will be just right I can't wait for such perfection… in the final stanza, you lifted up the mundane problems into a life in heaven. bureaucratic Heaven. you wrote. nice poem. thank you very much.