Laughing Spitefully
They've gone and done it, these office fools: first
the chillers worked and we froze, officials started
to complain, and did the air-con gods heed a cry
for rationality? NO, not at all, they got bored with
the crowds clamouring for sanity - and turned up
the heat a full six times from 20 to 26 degrees C
Laughing spitefully & watching humanity suffering
in the heat, taking off winter attire & switching on
fans while wondering whether they could destroy
the air-con gods and then take control of the air-
con themselves and turn to NORMAL and live a
happy life: why do we have to be in hell like this
Why did idiots decree There Shall Be Only One
Temperature for a building where heat changes
all the time & the longitude & latitude determines
how the heat and cold plays out - let us kill the
swarthy air-con gods and be done with their evil
designs for all time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem