Fast and furious-paced,
She enters a room, her eyes black dots on a pasty white face.
Fuming and fussing at the clutter on her desk,
She hollers for someone in the office
And confronts the person once in her presence.
‘Why is this on my desk?
Didn’t I ask you to take care of this yesterday?
Can’t you see what you did wrong?
I just can’t understand why you don’t get it.
What planet do you live on?
Must not be this one….
I’ve tried everything I can imagine to get you to understand.’
This goes on and on and on
Until one day she embarrasses a worker in front of others;
The worker is silent and does her bidding,
Not wanting to lose his job.
She calls in sick in December and
We learn she has cancer that will soon take her.
Some cry, others rejoice that her acid tongue will be silenced.
Soon is not enough; let it happen today, O Lord! is the plea.
It goes unheeded for six months until she dies an agonizing death;
I can only think what she has done to others comes back to haunt her
And her family.
May we all rest in peace now she is gone.

(c) 2006 George E Thompson