Wednesday at Work…Humor Me

There is No Joy in Mudville

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When did work

Stop

Being fun

So much that we needed

Workshops

White Papers

and Gurus

To convince us to play?

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Holy mackerel

Do we really need to flop

Plush fish

Over cubicle dividers

To demonstrate our laughter competency?

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Forced fun feels phony.

Like spilt snake oil

Ponding on a boardroom table

While minutes are read

Hours are missed.

And venom stains the oak.

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Meanwhile Guru Garry

Pinches clown noses to our faces

Leading us

In a manta minute.

We chant, “HA HA HA HA!”

And with the last ha

We die

Not from a belly laugh

But from humor hari kari.

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Ironic.

If you try to get us to have fun

You don’t get it.

Because fun comes

All by itself

Like five year olds building castles

In a backyard sandbox.

Laughing away the day.

Until the streetlights come on

And darkness descends.

They must head home and leave kicking the castles apart.

Honoring impermanence

Giggling as they go.

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When did play leave our lives

So impoverished

We needed to learn

To lighten up.

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The mighty Casey has struck out.