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The Last Stand

March 27, 2009

Disclaimer : Lengthy rant turned, poetic..  feel free to bail out anytime!

I go to work today, not knowing whether my seat or computer will be there
I won’t be surprised if I see them strewn all over the corridor
The last stand, the last mohican.. today will fall!
Yesterday, was a war zone
With the movers & shakers armed to the teeth
Not with bullet spraying automatics
But power drills equipped for unfastening
And Hammers to knock them down

They moved swiftly through the corridor
Taking all of us by surprise
We had heard about them
Heck even warned about them
It was inevitable

They didn’t lose much time
Moving briskly down the deserted valley
Knocking down each row with vengeance
Glaring at us, annoyed that we were still here
Inching closer, dusting off the roller chairs that stood in their path

Their Sergeant walks in with one last attempt
A negotiation you think?
More like a polite what the F are you doing here?
I cool as cool can be, stand my ground
We’re not shifting, our demands hadn’t been met.. yet

A big thud, and the last row falls
What was formerly an office space
Now looks like wood planks neatly piled up on top of each other
A professional job
Thank god their off for the day
A month or two ago, we heard the bad news
No choice in the matter, this time
The boss told us, we have to go
They want this space for the others
They’ll be here soon, so move out like the rest of them

The rest of them, did follow orders
Were shifted to different, more crappier offices
But us, we had demands
Access to resources was a must
The holy grail, that work depended on

It wasn’t going to be an easy task
Even an OA with limited intelligence could figure it out
But not the Admin guy, with high hopes
We’ll get it for you in a day, he gloated
I’ll have you out by the end of the week.. he thought

The Last Stand

6 Comments leave one →
  1. March 27, 2009 9:23 am

    Haha nice one. You should read something at the next open mic (:

  2. Anon permalink
    March 27, 2009 11:21 am

    shit scene no men…

  3. March 27, 2009 11:40 am

    @Fallen : Thanks machan. Think is..
    a) Don’t have the balls to read it (yet)
    b) Don’t wanna come out of the closet (yet)

    By all means if you think it’s ‘read’ worthy, pic one and read it. Just don’t hold me responsible for the rotten tomatoes your gonna get dished with.

    @anon : What to do, men. At this very moment, they are 2 desk away from me. It’s only a matter of time. Laptop speakers blaring out, attempting to out do the drilling noise. Feel like the people in the Slums in Slave Island. Staring down the blade of the mighty bull dozer. 😦

  4. March 27, 2009 11:49 am

    hah! another one that strikes straight through the heart. Pinnacle of doom? or the Head Office of destruction? Im going through some Mega uncertainity here as well 😉

  5. March 27, 2009 12:32 pm

    Well the silver lining in this shitscene is that @ least you could make a living as a poet. Good Luck.

  6. March 27, 2009 3:47 pm

    @Whacky : Doom indeed. Shifting to a cave, literally.

    @Dili : Haha.. a crappy one at that. 😀

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