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.
…
The mighty Casey has struck out.
or five year olds who open a present and play with the box for hours while the present itself sits aside and lonely!
here here for “free” time and “play” time!
Steve:
A great gift that empty box. Thanks for the comment.
David