He trotted down the corridor


This is a poem written in a moment, recalling a job I had. On the corridor the boss had the right of way.. Stand aside or get knocked down.


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He trotted down the corridor

Head down

A file under his arm

He had the right of way

The Captain of the ship

We were his crew

Any attempt to form a union

Was an act of treachery

Punishment no promotion

Condemned to the same job

For a. lifetime

Better role with the captain

Obey orders forget the union

Company policy revolutionary

All staff equal

Except on the corridor

And on the payroll.