WORKTIME TERROR

EVERY DAY
I always intend in doing things
sharply, healthy and so snappy
as a timed machine,
hoping to create an identity
awareness of fast and sharp mankind
beneath my capacity and ability

At the topmost
I hold my breath
Fearfully glancing at the PC
high overhead
a dialogue box appear
cast out at the extreme end of the screen
a shining wooden desk
a thin rectangle of wood
all that separate me
from

Listen, Can u see the Trojan?
Is that a Virus or Spyware
contemplated the problem from all sides
about to scramble the documents
a bundle of cluster
a heavy of Trojan settling in wait.

Waiting for me?

I hurried by,
tense on tip-toe
get the flash drive and
to secure the doc from truncate
my back now exposed
i relax to safety of my bed
my mother later said
It was a WORKTIME trip of a Lifetime.

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