Here I sit
swiveling around
a gray seated throne
in office precision
Just look at this cube
sturdy like oak
dangerous to hit it
without a prescription
And oh this computer
a shining light screen
like the shining light screen
of a kings fire castle
With these mighty blue speakers
plastic and shorted
and a watt of sound
like a thunderous trumpet
These headphones nearby
to call all the women
and at 50+ years
their much more like wine
With thumbtacks and pencils
and erasures for erasing
I'm like a mighty warrior
fortified in arms
A phone for the dialing
and 3 digit extensions
I can call with the speed
of a steed at a track
With 3 mugs for coffee
one being for dunkin'
my selection is finer
than jewels on a crown
And my cube buddy 'Bob'
who dresses each day
with a tie from the finest
of Kauffman's new lore'
With all of these things
in this kingdom of mine
Is it a wonder that I
find swiveling contentment?
Copyright (C) David DeSantis
:) You almost convinced me that 'all that things are enough for to reach kind of your nirvana - your 'swiveling contentment' :) . Well penned, with the common dose of irony to be some peppery as usual. Best wishes, one
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Something of the knight in shining armor about the subject of your narrative. With all his fine gadgets, your modern NCO is still after all just a king in his virtual-castle. Clever conclusion to this nicely paced poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥