Monday, April 16, 2018

NaPoWriMo, Day Sixteen, Poem Five


Boss Out

While away
open door plicy:

If a door's open
close it now or

workers wonder
what do they all do?

Drones make
poor scouts

rumors labeled
as state secrets.

Break into
head office

(you know you
have the key)

shuffle papers
make noice

until they
think they're there

keep tin pots
covered up

before workers rise
against each other.



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