Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Cut the Crap (Desk Tray Blues)
I’m sitting by the printer, could I move please?
Too much incoming and I’m full already.
I know the last thing you shoved into me
was not necessary. Who needs to keep a copy
of the printer test? The garbage can is next to me,
the shredder next to that, but I get all the crap.
I think we can get rid of two or three competitors
for waste around here. One, the computer:
She writes more crap than that computer can process.
Two, HER! She has to eat every time she stops to think
about the rest of the crap she’s going to type into the computer!
And Three: the waste can because she’s obviously not
putting junk mail, junk reports, or junk notes into it.
Empty me please, I can’t hold another sheet of paper.
I’m meant to have two shelves …she thinks there are three.
I’m made to make things neat…I look like a junk heap. Help!
Just throw me in that waste can and put me out of my misery.