I blame Terry Pratchett for the
bureaucratic confusion in which
we live our lives: Spiritual books
claim every thought ever thought
exists somewhere
Therefore his scenario of a new devil
taking over hell and replacing good
old-fashioned torture by hot tar and
burning fires with reading legislation,
rules and regulations
Old ladies recounting their holidays
in detail until the listener burns in frus-
tration in a fire hotter than any outside,
until the new devil was banished to an
administrative hall in hell
Compiling lists in multi-coloured pens,
drawing graphs and statistics - our Human
Resources Section are under his dominion,
doing just that; every new whim of theirs
must be satisfied
Without their victims ever receiving feed-
back, Terry Pratchett meant no harm at the
time, but we are stuck in this web of growing
forms and statistics declaring direction of blood
flow, capacity of ventricles
The state of our lungs, the capacity of the gall-
bladder and the number of corns we have…
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