It occurs to few
A disgruntled government
worker, in the right
place and time,
with even a single
plastic egg of
silly putty could spread
it over sensitive
documents, copying
everything, and their
bosses (trained only
to spot C-4) would say
“Is that C-4 spread
all over your desk, mister?”
The disgruntled government
worker would say
“No, it’s silly putty,” and go right on
copying everything in sight.
[Editor's Note: This poem, along with Mutant Vampire Squirrels Attack (a Sonnet of Interpersonal Relationships and Capitalism under Duress was recently published in the March 2011 issue of Wordgathering: A Journal of Disability Poetry (Volume 5, Issue 1). To read this horrifying tale of rodent transformation, click... if you dare!]
