Coyote in the Corral

These herbivores! Charley, they're driving me nuts.
How they stand and chew. How they hew to the
Clock, mistaking time spent for things getting
Done. “Stay all day,” they say, “the longer the
Better. It's proof you're productive.” Look at them
Working their jaws into evening, trying to move
Enough paper, to gather the nourishment they need
To keep to their places until they are dead. I'm a carnivore,
Charley. That isn't my style. I see what I have to get,
Get it, and stop. Carnivores finish things quickly, and rest.
They don't care about clocks. They don't lumber and chew,
And that's why I leave early. I've finished. Why stay?
But these herbivores can't understand how I live. One
Of these days, probably soon, one will emerge from
Its pen, and, munching a mouthful of silage and
Drooling, inform me that I'm being bounced from
This job.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-08-20 at 13:33

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