I work double shift in a dreary factory <br />Where we make devices, Department of Time <br />Yesterday I had this great idea for a <br />Nifty calendar where you could choose a day <br />Any day you wanted and go back at will <br />Change your course of action, sequence of events <br />Hold somebody's hand, make it last forever <br />Or one moment longer, like you wanted then <br />But my foreman told me: What a dumb idea <br />Just go back to work, who would pay for that <br />Today, a woman that came here after me <br />Got a promotion, she had this great idea <br />For an alarm clock that spits in your face <br />In the morning. Everyone is shaking her hand <br />And telling her: What a grea idea, this will <br />Make us rich, and how did you think of that <br />Maybe it's because I spit in her coffee <br />I think I will resign so I can spend more time <br />At my other job, in the shop of dreams <br />Where everythng is real, or so it seems to me <br />But who am I to say? I'm just a dumb factory <br />Worker in the Department of Time<br /><br />Tanja Bulovic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/department-of-time/
