Armed with Mr Tompkins in Paperback
by George Gamow, attending this morning’s
meeting, greeting the Chief Director by
threatening to sing her a song, she ran
away, laughingly, my colleagues challenging
me, where’s your storybook, I hold up Mr T
for all to see, then as the Chief begins to
speak, I hide behind Christine, only in line
of sight of doctor Jokweni, now’s the time to
take delight in inner reality, the imagination,
the agenda is too boring, the discussion
moves too slow, the minutes of the last
meeting will be discussed, an attendance
register will be organised – oh how
wise and insightful bureaucracy is!
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