Come rain or shine, the papers must caress.
Through the blistering cold on rainy days,
muddy paths – sometimes drenched in the rain
to make it through to a chunky, plastered building
bleeding of deadlines, assignments and reports.
Stinking of stress, pressure and inadequacies.
Through the scorching sun, the mockery of the heat
On hot days, tight lipped and pressing on…for work
must be done to perfection.
Windy days feel no caress, for the slow sails at dusk.
Long days, short nights…the mockery of the alarm clock
and the peculiar love making of the hour hand signaling 5pm.
Frowns and gloomy faces through each meet,
The lines of stress and despair through each greet.
Realities embroidered in fear as job insecurity beckons.
Walking through a night mare, living through a dream
Taking each day as it comes with the deep thrust of
Monday, the start of a new week.
A new day, more responsibilities and new challenges.
Piercing look summoning fate seated in an air conditioned room
Stern face that makes the blood boil causing
hypertensive attacks- enough to cause a stroke.
Making rounds, taking strolls, unannounced checks and hidden threats.
A mark on his forehead to remind you that you’re an employee.
A print on his door that insinuates gratuity for being an employee.
A few good days, a smile to last for some hours.
An effort to keep him rich, perfection to keep his team fat and happy.
Gratitude at the end of the month, a few pennies for a month of hard work,
Pocket change for an employee. Bills must be paid.
A month’s end reason to stir a quick blush, for a hush that beckons a new month.
More challenges, more tasks, more deadlines, more assignments and reports.
The unending cycle, same routine.
©Floetry C 2015