They Talk Bollocks

Another Poem

They Talk Bollocks

They talk bollocks, don’t they?
Management consultants, bureaucrats,
politicians, and corporate clowns

Why do they stuff around so,
obsessively create work,
live in fear of idleness?

This disease, productivity,
insidious, without conscience,
thrives in these, the insecure,

stealing time from unfocused
robots, desperate to please
some higher power, some God.

Why don’t they ask, ‘Why?’
Try to understand their lives,
see this subtle slavery.

And when they’re dying, what then?
Will they feel a warm glow inside,
satisfied with work ,work, work?

Or will they feel the knife twist,
gasp for a reprieve – more life,
rue wasting their precious time

sitting in grey offices,
taking work home with them,
prioritising away

opportunities of joy.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

2 Responses to They Talk Bollocks

  1. Patrick Cavalli says:

    i like this one

    enjoy life first i say

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