Sitting at my desk content – perceptive my little
world is safe, my supervisor is laughter, kindness
and joy personified, my colleague efficient and
sweet, the office a joyful place, my fan on a chair
stirring the oxygen-less air
It’s my favourite afternoon place, colleagues
conferring on translations of children’s books
while admitting they cannot stand Alice In
Wonderland, it is too whimsical for their taste,
preferring Murder She Wrote because reading
About sweet revenge we are denied as hardy
government officials taking buildings falling
apart in our stride strengthens us to withstand
temptation to strangle managers not knowing
how to obtain a safe building for us…
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