A Secretary's Song...

"The Lullaby"

Does this foundation rest on jewels
or, the malevolence of mules?
She believes everything will crumble
until she follows all the rules

Her moods disorder her hanging clothes
She's too tired to re-organize
Are there cobwebs in her large eyes?
Does she know if she can even speak in prose?

When will here prince disarming
come to bring deserved spoils?
She needs stabilities cement
to erase these burning boils

Each morning she wakes for work
to be screamed at by another jerk
Each day ending, she hopes could begin again
Then she'd laser away those callous smirks

She will not wait for foreboding days
to bring out of hiding her melancholy lear
at the planning she could of done to
stop those many headlighted deers

She should go swiftly to the church
where trusted gospel of childhood lurks?
She prays to escape the minds rack
and find her own graceful perch

Where there will be no reason on tap
to twitter at paper pile dismay
only incubate drama's malleable farce
and filter the blackbird hovering by her lap

She'd rise dripping as if from a nightmare
wondering why she'd become so scared
Could she propel curtains to open and close
and heave the rickety cradle down those neverending stairs...

Micah Zevin 20o7
Don't forget Secretary's day my ceo friends...or it might be your end!
Send me your secretary songs?