The Agency Poem by Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler

The Agency

Rating: 3.6
 


it was another long day at The Agency
amidst the clatter
of typewriters & staplers
& telephone chatter
and telephone rings

it was another papercut cyclone
of meetings & lunches
& memos & cold coffee
& three-hole punches
amongst other things

he put in long hours for his boss's demands
worked like he'd grown 12 extra hands

his brow was wet beneath his hat
his tie felt tight around his neck
his fingers felt like swollen bullets
rolling beneath a commuter train wreck

his useless mouth, his trembling lips
his heavy bullet fingertips...

yes, it was another long day at The Agency
(long month, long year...)

another long day at The Agency,
The Agency for life!

and for all his hard work at The Agency,
he goes home to beat his wife

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lea Simpson 05 July 2006

This has an insipid rhythym that lulls the reader into a false sense of security. Then comes the sucker punch. Pun intended. Very good!

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Sandra Osborne 18 February 2005

Wow. great ending, great flow and rhyme. Your best that I have read.10+

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