Since the last posting was about coffee I remembered this gem I had written some time ago. Below is a poetic interpretation of a real event created shortly after the "incident". This is one of several poems that partially fills a subject area gap in world poetry - Corporate America Poems. One must not allow this travesty (the gap - not this poem) to continue. Please feel free to write your own poems about Corporate America. I suggest that you use AIG as inspiration.
Morning is Broken
Your java break has best intent,
To wake you for the day, it’s meant,
So gather up your friend you went,
To find the caffeine, heaven sent,
A one-on-one is soon your fate,
Your brand new boss won’t like to wait,
Just grab and go and never late,
No time to stop and congregate.
You shuffle cross the well worn floor,
Toward the old brass exit door,
Talking of family and maybe more,
Carrying coffee you do adore.
A task undone, your escape is blocked,
The ancient door is still unlocked,
Former friend turns with elbow cocked,
Connecting with cup; so horribly rocked.
You suffer the worst of sartorial pain,
Mid chest and center a four inch stain,
You must gather your dignity but not explain,
Let boss broach the subject (don’t make it the main).
You wait through the meeting for him to react,
But the assembly gets done and wits stay intact,
You handled yourself with poise and with tact,
Better nothing is said that you have to retract!
You return to your desk awake and alert,
The coffee ingested right through your shirt,
Career enhanced (it could not be hurt),
But how could he not notice the dirt?
Escaping intact is more than fair,
But the follow-up via e-mail awaits in your lair,
The boss wants to advise you (if you’re unaware),
Of a mess on your shirt that will make other’s stare.
Your java break has best intent,
To wake you for the day, it’s meant,
So gather up your friend you went,
To find the caffeine, heaven sent,
A one-on-one is soon your fate,
Your brand new boss won’t like to wait,
Just grab and go and never late,
No time to stop and congregate.
You shuffle cross the well worn floor,
Toward the old brass exit door,
Talking of family and maybe more,
Carrying coffee you do adore.
A task undone, your escape is blocked,
The ancient door is still unlocked,
Former friend turns with elbow cocked,
Connecting with cup; so horribly rocked.
You suffer the worst of sartorial pain,
Mid chest and center a four inch stain,
You must gather your dignity but not explain,
Let boss broach the subject (don’t make it the main).
You wait through the meeting for him to react,
But the assembly gets done and wits stay intact,
You handled yourself with poise and with tact,
Better nothing is said that you have to retract!
You return to your desk awake and alert,
The coffee ingested right through your shirt,
Career enhanced (it could not be hurt),
But how could he not notice the dirt?
Escaping intact is more than fair,
But the follow-up via e-mail awaits in your lair,
The boss wants to advise you (if you’re unaware),
Of a mess on your shirt that will make other’s stare.
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