Treadmill Policies

I adhere to deadlines.
I hear paperclips fall
and the snap of manilla.
I reek of ballpoint.

Up early, again, thinking up projects,
projecting thoughts deep into the day,
into documents nestled in email,
beside expanding spreadsheets.

Here again, I am, with a desperate pencil,
listening to my laptop's hymn,
a single note hummed all day:
better, best--no, better still.

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Toe, How did everything go yesterday?
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