The Crime
God bless the bureaucrats
The suits one step back
From the arc of the spotlight’s powerful sweep
God act like rebar
And steel the taupe backbones
Of career bureaucrats; nourish them please.
God put kind people
In the paths of the bureaucrats -
A free cup of coffee when they least expect.
God grace the brains
Of our careful, brave bureaucrats
Keeping the wheels greased behind these rich idiots.
God grant mischievous
Hearts to the bureaucrats.
Make their hands quick like good tableside magic.
Give a good poker face
To our honest bureaucrats.
Help them lie straight in the eyes of The Boss.
A shining brass guillotine
Sits in the break room
A post-it note reads: prototype office chair.
The clever last bureaucrat
Remarks to The Boss,
“Yeah, it also reclines just pull that lever there.”