NaPoWriMo 16
(Thanks, Kelli, for the idea.)
You Are Not Your Salary
But you are the pens, the paper,
the report due yesterday
with its charts and figures,
You’re the tilting desk
that no one, not even you,
bothers to fix. Take a swig
of burnt coffee and get to it.
You fix things, you buy things,
you’re a connector, a decider,
you find mistakes in reports buried
like gems in the coal mines of words.
You are also the banter, the fodder,
the guffaw in the corner office,
the high five and the back slap.
You’re the secret knowledge
that you’re the only one here
who has a clue. How quickly
the hours move as you buy time.
Some days, you’re a wealth of information
in a economy of scale. On others,
you’re the artificial sun of florescent lights
shining overhead. That being said,
you are not your salary, you never will be.
You are the window overlooking
the golf course and the happy golfers
hitting balls into oblivion.
You Are Not Your Salary
But you are the pens, the paper,
the report due yesterday
with its charts and figures,
You’re the tilting desk
that no one, not even you,
bothers to fix. Take a swig
of burnt coffee and get to it.
You fix things, you buy things,
you’re a connector, a decider,
you find mistakes in reports buried
like gems in the coal mines of words.
You are also the banter, the fodder,
the guffaw in the corner office,
the high five and the back slap.
You’re the secret knowledge
that you’re the only one here
who has a clue. How quickly
the hours move as you buy time.
Some days, you’re a wealth of information
in a economy of scale. On others,
you’re the artificial sun of florescent lights
shining overhead. That being said,
you are not your salary, you never will be.
You are the window overlooking
the golf course and the happy golfers
hitting balls into oblivion.
Comments
Anyway, it's always to see what sparks a poem. I'm happy to hear it was me (esp. b/c I had put down my tax return records!) ;-) Personal stuff there!
Only 13 days left!
Woo hoo, 13 days.
I just looked it up, here's the exact line from Fight Club--
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet."
So it looked as if I just sort of improvised a bit.
I'm glad that I couldn't find the Collins poem, and equally as glad that I improvised on Kelli's improvised quote.