
We’re called the corporate strategy team
We’ve lots of work to do
We sit in an open-plan officey-thing
With a kitchenette – meeting room too.
The boss has just gone to buy some more mugs
For the kitchenette area here
She’ll be gone quite a while – it’s a very long way,
She says – where they are not quite so dear.
When she goes we turn all the lights on and off
Very fast, and we disco dance too
And after a while we sit down at our desks
There’s plenty of work we should do
As a bit of a laugh Tom picks up his ruler
And waves it around overhead
He says he’s a Jedi Knight, so watch out,
If we put a foot wrong, we’ll be dead.
Ann’s on the phone now – an order, I think
She’s found something nice she will buy
From a catalogue, under her desk until now.
Her bottles and soaps must keep dry
In a shower tidy, for her bathroom at home
She shows Jane the picture of it.
Jane asks for the catalogue, choosing as well
And they chat about shops, for a bit.
David wanders around, with some papers he holds
And asks about team meeting dates
Barry swivels his chair, and rolls up his eyes
And tells him that that’s what he hates
About work, all the meetings that get in the way
Of just getting on with your job
Then he offers to go and get sushi and drinks
From the shop – can he have a few bob?
Sarah’s trying the tan cream she’s bought, on her legs
And she’s making a terrible mess
She’s dropped some on her documents, and on her files
But luckily none on her dress.
The clock ticks, and the air con is making a noise
And the traffic is heavy today
I swivel my chair and turn and just stare
At the people out there, on their way
Here and there, to and fro – I wonder if that’s
Who I think it is, walking alone
If it’s not, it reminds me of her, she’s a laugh
I reckon I’ll give her a phone
A bit of a chat, but I keep my voice low
And arrange a lunch sometime quite soon
I can wangle a long lunch, get back here at two
If I meet her precisely at noon.
God it’s boring here, moving the papers around
Still, some sushi will go down a treat
Think I’ll borrow the catalogue, have a flick through
The thing that Ann bought is quite sweet.
Tom is surfing the net – he thinks that I don’t know
That he’s booking his next summer break
David’s talking dead loud, on the phone, and Jane tells
Him ‘shut up – you’re keeping me awake!’
Sue is copying stuff, on the copy machine
It’s definitely personal stuff
Whenever we do that the paper runs out
The machine doesn’t hold quite enough
The open plan officey door opens now
And we all do our gravitas faces
And click on our mice, and stare at our screens
And bend down and poke in our brief cases
It’s the big boss, who’s come to see our boss, who’s gone
To buy mugs in the cheap shop somewhere
We tell him she’s gone to a meeting, we think
But she shouldn’t be much longer there
He says ‘fine’, he was passing and thought he’d pop in
Just to ‘touch base’ and that sort of thing
He’s got to go now, though – and are we alright?
Good – just tell her he’ll give her a ring.
When he goes we turn all the lights on and off
Very fast, and we disco dance too
And after a while we sit down at our desks
There’s plenty of work we should do
We’re the corporate strategy team, don’t ya know
We’re busy as busy can be
But when the boss gets back again with our mugs
We’ll take a break – nice cup of tea.
That is fan fucking tastic. Love that poem
And I love you too.
Someone who used to be in plays with you
Christy
Love you back C! Xxx