Have already filled in a production sheet to prove I <br />did useful things after suffering immensely with <br />Internet flickering like demented Christmas tree <br />lights, losing email connection intermittently, but <br />suddenly my desk is clean, <br /> <br />Now – after completing my documents in a <br />demented state, fuming at the mouth, mind un- <br />stable, Disciples of Cool install a cable to ensure <br />continuous Internet connection; they arrive like <br />too late Angels of Mercy to be of use this year, <br /> <br />Too late, too late! I want to cry, too late by a hundred <br />years – do you know how much pain and confusion <br />your deliverance delay has inflicted on me? But I <br />subside, determined to pre-pave a smooth way into <br />a shining future, ready to chant old Dutch psalms <br /> <br />At eventide next to a blazing fire when the sky changes <br />into a velvet canopy studded with stars creating bling- <br />blings that make me long to paste glitter on every dark <br />possession that lurks in my cup-board at home…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-day-at-work-3rd-version/
