HAIKU Poem: Recovery, by Ben Macnair

Contrary to popular belief,
no one really recovers from
life spent in an Office.
Those water cooler moments,
the staple, scissors and paper-clip wars.
the jargon, the sly digs.
the one-upmanship,
the name-calling
the insecure bosses.
Things we should have left behind,
behaviour suited to the play-ground.
All of that time, wasted in high level meetings,
and no thought given to the minions
who do the work, but get none of the credit.
All of that time spent thinking,
this will be our year,
when it never is.
It is a crap shoot,
where it is not about talent, intelligence,
experience or energy,
but who said the right thing in the interview.
It is about how good someone was fifteen years ago,
and no one wants to upset the apple-cart.
So we retire, or move into other offices,
with other sufferers, thinking this could be our year,]
and we all sit around, scratching at the scars,
thinking outside the box.

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