Work, work, work..
sitting effort,
on a chair
...
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A train of thought that escapes the confines of the office before being briefly halted by a burst of 'work work work' - the repitition of which contrasts with the superb imagery of the daydreams that interject the monotony. 'pitch fork eyes' - is just one image that leapt from the page. So glad I escaped office life when I did! A superb write David. j x
and now you've found the secret to staying sane; poetry on the sly! -c
Only 40 years to go! But at least it will soon be the weekend! Nice poem. F
David, do I know what you mean. It can be a bit soul destroying at times and you wish you were somewhere else. Top marks and thanks for reminding me my friend. David
I love your thought patterns... you mkae me think deep! Glorious!
the repetition is a great idea. dull and bleh. love the last bit.
I was about to dedicate a poem to the office work, but you already did it in your unique eloquent manner