Poetry

An ode to passivity.

You ask me a question
The answer you know as well as I
Is she busy you ask?
As you watch the same woman I see
I know the same answer you know
Yet still you ask, thinking subordinates may see more than you
There’s no more coffee you say?
It’s a hint for making more
By saying and realizing you are anal
Makes you no less anal
Plane travel is not in my description
Neither is car, train, bicycle or foot
Singing my name
Actually slows my pace
And changes asking to annoying
In one sweet step.
If the cover sheet you seek
Is not where you think
Ask directly and I shall answer as such.