Purgatory is a state of mind
run by minor functionaries.
You know the kind:
self-important, full of facts,
dropping names
like thumb tacks. (Ouch!)
Grouchy, arch, pretentious
bureaucratic wardens
of inadequacy: how effortlessly
they remind us of our lowly
station! Maybe they deserve
some admiration.
Cultivating woe to such
a fine extremity, their incapacity
seems infinite: they may not
know the way to go, but oh,
do they know how to stay!
Let’s tip our beanies
to these meanies.
Then let's get the hell away.
.
1 comment:
Enjoyed this one, Guy. It's funny you wrote this because I was reading Paradise Lost, by John Milton, and it inspired me to write a poem called "If only..." Check it out, if you're interested. Here's the link:
http://wp.me/p1qfgP-13
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