Please Sir Poem by Dean Meredith

The slow motion farce
It has me by the throat
All those mindless forms
Closed door meetings
Endless ego displays
The silent sounds
Of crushed dignities
The haunted hallways
Change your mind
There's a form for that
Prisoners lunatics
The guards the wardens
The sold souls
Waiting for their super
Hoping for an easy buy back
Three more hoops
To jump through
Before my day is done
Two more attentions
To stand to
Before I can
See the sun
May I skip
To the loo
My darling
Before I come undone
I breathe
My flexible quota
All fully approved
Of course
Permission to go
And quietly die sir
Oh yes
Three more forms
In triplicate
Sick leave
Doctor's note
Another form
Phlegm sample attached
My toilet
My escape
My stinking
Shangrila of peace
The exhaust fan
Sucks out the stench
I wish it could
Take me too