Ruminations And Meditations

*Uh-oh, got my seat wet, better be careful not
to tear my slacks again when they stick to my
chair - broken air-con, heat-induced feverish
depression, wondering whether I could empty
the cold water bottle over my head

What’s the use of a great appearance when it’s
hot in here, to be of good cheer we need a cool
atmosphere, even Pratchett fails to engage my
interest when life becomes so uncomfortable,
tomorrow I’ll come to work in my swimwear

Then I shall remain wet all day long and make
a statement, Lourens in charge of air-cons is
lamenting the state of affairs, but no amount
of wearing sackcloth and strewing ashes will
cool down this place

After wetting my shirt I am still hot, how my
colleagues can blissfully continue serving
the one-eyed Troll Interpol when we are
sitting in hell I can’t understand, besides
I am on the side of the criminals

They committed crimes that could be spotted
while the rest of humanity commits crimes that
remain invisible, we are all criminals, why should
only they pay when crime is an internationally
institutionalised way of life

Governments rob their own citizens, employers
exploit their workers, but Interpol only pursues
the petty criminal who stole to eat or defrauded
thieves from their stolen riches, our world is
the nursery school of the universe

(I wear a Speedo, but I look more like a dwarf in it
and mine has a yellow stripe.)
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