The Pontificators

My office got moved
Everything’s in the wrong place
Oh how will I cope?

It’s ergonomics
It all has to be “just so”
Or I can’t function

It’s not OCD
I’m sure it’s not, I’m normal
Well, maybe it is

Sooner or later
Men let you down. Guaranteed –
They’re just made that way

The love you can trust
Begins with you. Believe it
And love yourself first

Make a small bright sun
Inside your chest; get warm, smile
And open your eyes

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