Bureaucratics And The Maniacs. - Poem by Steven Robinson
There once was a Bureaucratic who was always on the automatic,
he would stamp and stamp the paper, he was not much fun.
Along came a maniac and challenged the clerk while he was at it,
and that was how the beating if the Bureaucratic was done.
The story goes that it was not only a local occurrence,
but every town seemed to have a jumped up job's worth.
The would always seem to find that each new process formed it's runts,
and he wondered if there was non Bureaucratic location on earth.
A long time had the maniac experienced his displeasure,
however moaning and ranting did nothing by ostracise him.
It seemed that other's did not seem to care a measure,
even though they too faced the same problems within.
The maniac multiplied and then there were two more maniacs,
he decided it was time to teach the world some new tricks.
this band of maniacs scrimped and saved like money brainiacs,
and moved to location with no sense of a Bureaucratics.
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