a poem for an organisation of useless bureaucrats

Your email made me drop my rockmelon on the floor!

Pragmatic diplomats my ARSE, 

your useless bureaucratics are an absolute laugh, 

and make my head quite fucking sore. 

Honestly, it's not even that you’re a bore, 

but the bullshit that sprouts out of your manicured fingernails 

and through the keyboard, 

Is unrivaled in the realm of illogical thought.

And as you lay down your bureaucracy like the word of law, 

I contemplate what on earth I'm doing this for!?

Your endless flapping about makes me want to walk right out the office door, 

and escape to New York, 

where Ill write poetry, and feed pigeons, and play solitaire on the sidewalk.