Bureaucracy Marks The Pedestrians
If filling in forms engenders dismay, tick box 'A'
And send all workers crammed in this room into gloom
Whatever you do, in this age's norm, there's a form
And, if you divorce, you'll fill it all in on Form A
If signing your name elicits such pain, make an 'X'
Then, using the pure origamist's art, make a dart
When you're ready to let it fly, mind my eye
And if they enquire, just tell them your surname is X
Contributors: | Beefy, Apsley, Anon., Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 2nd April 2004 by Apsley. |