Office Politics

Two women whispering low.

Three others join later.

From A to Z they talk about.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G...

 

About Mr. A's girl.

About Mrs. B's beau.

About this rascal.

About her skirts.

About the bosses.

 

With anger.

With indignation.

With detester.

With sadness.

With delight.

 

With hands brandishing the papers.

With mouths spitting dirt.

With eyes protruding huge.

With faces wincing uglily.

With voice growing louder and louder.

 

"I think..."

"I suggest..."

"I wonder..."

"I want..."

"I will..."

 

"Oh Gawd!"

"Incompetence!"

"Stupid!"

"Ruddy!"

"F***!"

 

"Bosses are back!"

 

Abracadabra!

In the cubicles they working hard.

The best of the best they are.

 

 

Jeff. I try as you told us to.

I think it would be quite interesting if someone translates this poem into Mandarin or any other languages. :)