My Fledermaus Dreams Poem by Margaret Alice

There is a rule that we may not consume
edibles or drink at our work stations, I saw
us all floating about like bats in the hall while
eating and drinking – luckily I was wrong
everywhere people are eating and drinking
merrily, making coffee and chatting away,
a happy atmosphere prevailing, reassured I
pour oily, messy peanuts in my mug and con-
sume with a tea-spoon, this way my hands
remain clean, my keyboard stays sanitary,
and I look like a lady – kind of – my wild,
maniacal laughter might give
me away…