Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Proceedings Set to Waltz Time

My eyes are sore
From the air conditioned air
And from having to stare
At words on a screen
    Twenty feet away.

Six hours ago
We knew this wouldn't go.
That dog won't hunt.
    And the answer is no.

But still we kept talking,
And no one was balking,
It's what the users want,
    Words to and fro.

And now we're done
We didn't do
    Anything
But time is
    On the wing.
And we thank everyone.

Now we're leaving the room
And returning our calls
As the evening falls
    And the pay's the same, anyway.
    And the pay
        Is the same,
            Anyway.

Joseph McConnell 2016

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