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My Wage’s Worth

 
Reduced
To paper clips
And stapling activities
Un-stapling, reprinting
Updating just one page
Not wasting

Lining up the office supplies
Keeping it simple
Like a factory production
It’s all my vacant stare can handle

Cutting lengths of bluish ribbon
No need to count them
Punching holes to tie them through
Then curling with scissors

Next I keep the scissors
Comfortably in my hand
Cutting tiny squares of double sided
Tape to stick to ornate bags

The final paper cover adheres
And after 30 more or so
My production is almost ending
And my anxiety grows

What will I do next, it seems
I’m not as capable as before
But alas I find another need
For my automatic stapler

These trifold brochures must have
The specialist’s business cards attached
Before I put them in the bags

My anxiety sighs a slower breath
And I look away from the real to-do list
Written by nightbirdblue (enbyblue)
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