Why am I here working so hard and diligent?
Don’t they appreciate our being vigilant?
I complained but the responses remain the same.
“We will look into it. Be patient.” They would claim.
I have called and faxed and sent certified letters.
I track paper trail without using my shredder.
“How much longer must I wait?” I would inquire.
“We are working on it.” I heard liars.
My thumbs twiddle impatiently all around.
I feel happy but my face shows a sadden frown.
My patience is over sixty-nine months, I know.
Currently, they perform their unfortunate kowtows.
I had sat idly by as the hour hands tick.
I punish them with my imaginary stick.
Somehow the trust continues to take interest.
There are some folks with greediness as a weakness.
There is fortitude and forbearance of the good.
The wines for whiners like me are blessed with more food.
My lone funeral is an endless waiting game.
These illusions would somehow bring fortune and fame.
Revised on 07-09-2006 08:31PM…
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