You cant tie me down
make me wear ties
bound my soul in styles
like suits and jackets
and secretarial garb
like blue striped clip-ons
so i can secretary your life
and keep track
take minutes
write down everything you say
like a good boy
good worker
good writer
like the author
of a biography
you never paid.
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