In distance

++ In Distance ++
In distance hear the trumpeted call
Deadlines growing nearer
Deep inside a clench and tightening
Stomach walls of gut grow hard
All thoughts have fled
Barbarians of deadlines coming
No way have we in white collared work
To turn these deadlines on their heads
Care not for our woes or offices dysfunctional
The piper must be paid on time
Or else it be your white collared head
Think of deadlines as pitiless barbarians
Happy to endure any ills
To inflict upon your great despair
Take your job and house and family
Throw all your life into disrepair
For this is power deadlines have
If allow them victory over fact
If not met shall dissemble you
Tear you limb from bloodied limb
And a new role or occupation
You dismembered will need to seek.