Sacred Feeling Of Dutiful Stupidity

Blessed all my documents with required
indication they exist, entered them into a
list without deleting calculating codes
indicating page and word average on
a daily basis

It is an abomination when a paper is left
without official identification, date of arrival,
date entrusted to my loving care, date sent
to production line for standardization, date
returned to client, date saved by e-filing

Data entry into calculating lists is my
favourite activity, the 99% black matter of
the universe consists of invisible background
administration, the big bang leftover radiation
germinating new procedures

In every unfolding moment of life-sustaining
time I joyously treasure each document, a
sacred feeling of dutiful stupidity permeating
everything, I have no existential fear while safely
ensconced in a web of official lists determining

every moment of my being, each step I take
as a calculation automatically carried out by
artificial intelligence of Excel documents
humans will never feel abandoned again
in a lonely malevolent universe

With artificial intelligence plotting their life
course for them!