Make A Movie Here 4.17.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

After crawling under tables
to put up officials papers on
screens between work stations,
I realized how easy it would be to
make a James Bond movie here:

He would crawl amongst shapely
legs and dainty feet in marvelous
high-heeled shoes, hiding behind
the box files June and Hanlie hoard
illegally, against all advice

As soon as the enemy moves on,
James will continue crawling, the
main female spy dressed to kill and
legs to die for, will kick him with her
high-heeled secret weapon shoe

Then the beautiful James-Bond title
girl will jump to his defence with a
shotokan karate chop and save
his life; that will be me, of course
in this scenario!


Dunce At Work

It is so nice to be the established fool
at work, all I need is the pointy hat and
authorization to turn cartwheels in the
passages, luckily King David in the Old
Testament is my role model, when he
came to the Philistines, he played at
being insane, if that was good enough
for him, it is good enough for me too

Listening with guilt flaring red-hot in my
breast how my poor, long-suffering
colleagues discuss my abortive production
sheet; luckily being the dunce at work
ensures that I shall always remain humble,
though I feel like crying at times, as soon
as laughter bubbles forth again I laugh so
much for my own shortcomings, there is
little danger of my brain reforming itself…