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Saturday, May 21, 2011

Driftwood: Work Music

Did I dream it?
Or, did we
Just have a debate
About

Who is responsible
For putting the
Telephone equipment away
At the end of the shift?

And on my way home,
It came to me, a vision of the future:
I’m the last one out
And I hear the phone ringing,

I pick up the receiver, and “Hey you!
This is the phone speaking,
I’m certifiable,
Put me away!”

“Are you talking to me?
I gasp, goggle-eyed.
“Do you see any other
‘Hey yous,’ around here?”

I glance about suspiciously
Looking for ‘me impersonators,’
“Nope,”
“Well then?” squawks the handset accusingly,

And so, I disconnect,
Replace the receiver on the cradle,
Gingerly grasp the now disarmed demon,
Stow it and double check the cabinet is locked,

I then attempt to simultaneously
Walk out nonchalantly but as fast as possible,
Without looking back,
Glad of the narrow escape!

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