The Atrocious Text Poem by Margaret Alice

Now I have to sink into it, the atrocious text
written by an attorney, with judicial terms and
legal wordiness that kills the soul and makes
one doubt life’s worthiness, I have to sink into a
depression profound, sucked into the vortex
of the analytical mind, read every word, sounding
as terrible as if drafted in hell, casting a spell
of infinite doom in my office, opening a space
to the dungeon dimensions so all kinds of wild
phantasmagorical plagues can come in to invade
my private space, colleagues shaking their
heads in desperation, what should we do with
this unwilling person, should we check all her
work - or simply ban her to the
dungeon dimensions - and
be done with it?