Absurd, Even Bizarre [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

We calculate everything we did, languages covered,
document forms, clients sorted - advice we deigned
to give each time we stopped and waved, all books
recommended, each phrase we changed, every line
marked; our magnificent teamwork with its awesome
flexibility, KRA & GAF - crafty thought or social gaffe
to be ignored, our peccadilloes killed by silence -

Marks awarded for acronyms we found, or strange
combinations of nouns in neologisms & finely tuned
phrase as tears to an impressed creator’s eyes; we
render an account of steps we take, each breath we
dared to make, and this is such an uplifting thought -
accentuated by great music: “That Happy Feeling &
Swingin’ Safari”; a first round in Assessment Jousts

completed, self-congratulations in self-justification
and self-recommendation, increasing self-esteem,
astounded at not dying of madness or pain - life is
wonderful as long as we realise that Lewis Carrol’s
imagination is the surreal & absurd, even bizarre
Alice-framework which defines we protagonists in
this, our little life…


[ORIGINAL: ]

We calculate everything we did, every
language covered, every client sorted,
every form of document, all advice we
deigned to give, every time we stopped
and waved, every book recommended

every phrase we changed, every line
we marked, our magnificent teamwork,
amazing flexibility, every KRA and every
GAF: every crafty thought & social gaffe
to be ignored, all our peccadilloes killed

by total silence - marks awarded for
every acronym we found, every strange
combination of nouns in neologisms and
every finely tuned phrase bringing tears
to the impressed creator’s eyes

We render an account of every step we
took, every breath we dared to breathe –
this is such an uplifting thought, it will be
accentuated by great music: “That Happy
Feeling and Swingin’ Safari”; a first round

in the Assessment Jousts completed, self-
congratulations upon self-recommendation
and self-justification, increased self-esteem,
astounded at not dying of madness or pain,
life is wonderful as long as we realise that

Lewis Carrol’s imagination is the surreal &
absurd, even bizarre; Alice-framework which
defines us as protagonists in this little life...