I do battle with the creature
From the paper lagoon
Under a deadline moon
Lighted by blinding white florescence over my head.
I wield
Pen
Paper
P.C.
And office supplies
In the most wicked way
And I am damn deadly with a stapler, honey.

Yet like the incantations which rise up a golem,
The paper giant is recreated nightly
And I can only celebrate slightly
And whip out my weapons again
To do battle.

Written 4/7/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.