Poem -

( when Work gets you down)

( when Work gets you down)

I like my boxes stacked
in numerical order,
it's such a natural hack,
to ensure each is
obtainable at 
the correct time slot,
Yet you laugh, like
I'm the dim one..
and you smile behind
you're white enamel.
I'm not autistic..
even if I was..
repetitive order and
comitence to detail,
make undertaking
of the boring job,
do able in,
the shortest time,
to the greatest effect..
random confusion
does not, and never will
be productive .
you smile,
behind your enamel.
and work like
a camel..

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Tony Taylor

Hey PAULINE!!...this made me smile widely....for its neurotic over & undertones....with its obvious OCD implications......and its accompanying picture....that all added up to VERY thoughtfully delivered designer humor!!......ALL STARS!!......a pleasure my friend!!.....hope I didn't read too much into this!! LOL!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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pauline codd

.....real life inspires me, closet neurotic but I've NOT come out yet, lol..cheers Tony..( I was re reading your poem ' into the mouth of the Lobster' this week, I love that poem. Xx)

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Marion

Delightful read Pauline ⭐⭐

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