He entered and came next to me;
They had decided the roles;
He was the supervisor
I was the employee;
«Why are you sitting?»
He said to me.
«I have been standing for 8 hours straight!»
My legs are hurting;
I thought to sit for a few moments;
Now there is nobody in the building.
Therefore I have no client,
Whatever;
So there is nothing I can do.
«How can you say,
There is nobody in the building,
While I am here?»
«If there is nobody in the building,
You have to go to stand up for me!»
I stood up;
As he went away
And sat comfortably in his office;
A clown in a costume, probably chatting online;
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Comments1
A poem of power and lack of flexibility that has its own karma. A common thing we have all seen. Nicely told.
Thank you
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