Yes, I know,
pound the shoe
on the table,
but I sit quietly, peacefully,
trying to hear, not do,
small talk.
I want to shout at all of you!
Together on an unfathomable mission,
but we anxiously beeble at each other,
seeing who will falter,
but not even joy with falters
because first it is my Superior
and She served it to me
and I faltered, bumbled, scrambled,
and crashed. Bad.
Looked around. I was just
joking, people.
Ouch.
stillfugue 
#1 by timkeen40 on April 9, 2012 - 8:58 pm
Ah when we make a living doing what we really want to do – what a wonderful world that will be for all of us – then you won’t have to put up with those meetings.
Tim
#2 by Carl on April 12, 2012 - 7:17 am
That is quite a dream. Thanks for your comment, Tim!