I blame Terry Pratchett for the
bureaucratic confusion in which
we live our lives: Spiritual books
claim every thought ever thought
exists somewhere
His new devil replacing torture by hot
tar with reading legislation, rules and
regulations, in an administrative hell
compiling lists in coloured pens,
graphs and statistics
Our Human Resources Section are under
his dominion, every new whim must be sa-
tisfied without their victims receiving feed-
back, we are stuck in a web of forms de-
claring direction of blood flow
Capacity of ventricles, the state of our
lungs, the function of the gall-bladder
and number of corns…
Terry Pratchett 'Eric'
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