Little Pigsty Space Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Little Pigsty Space



It’s not as if I can invite anybody into my little pigsty
space but recently my work-station has surpassed all
bounds of respectability, I’m ashamed to admit that the
proliferating pictures and files illustrated with my pink
lady are getting to be too much for me

Time to tidy up, everything is strewn about, pieces of
clothing, flip-flops and socks, nothing neat, all papers
skew, yet now work has begun on Table 33 there’s no
opportunity to stop and fix, this document could only
have been designed by Beelzebub himself

Planning on finally making me swear in colourful
expletives, but I do not - maybe this is why I feel
so ill at times – swallowing my anger at the world
and government documents in particular - maybe
I should let go – I wish it were that easy

To fix all my concentration problems…

23 April 2013

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