Poem a Day 18

An office poem prompt today.fark_rkoDVPjoxjSVcsY-Yvm3t3q3cZA

Song of the Bohemians

Get the spoon!

The flakes of tar

that homestead in the boss’s ear

will double as our printer’s ink

and so at last what hitherto had quailed

before the labyrinths that guard

the mind from thought will find its way

not through but, sideways, out again.

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