it was another long day at The Agency <br />amidst the clatter <br />of typewriters & staplers <br />& telephone chatter <br />and telephone rings <br /> <br />it was another papercut cyclone <br />of meetings & lunches <br />& memos & cold coffee <br />& three-hole punches <br />amongst other things <br /> <br />he put in long hours for his boss's demands <br />worked like he'd grown 12 extra hands <br /> <br />his brow was wet beneath his hat <br />his tie felt tight around his neck <br />his fingers felt like swollen bullets <br />rolling beneath a commuter train wreck <br /> <br />his useless mouth, his trembling lips <br />his heavy bullet fingertips... <br /> <br />yes, it was another long day at The Agency <br />(long month, long year...) <br /> <br />another long day at The Agency, <br />The Agency for life! <br /> <br />and for all his hard work at The Agency, <br />he goes home to beat his wife<br /><br />Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-agency/
