The conference table
barges violently into structures
with all its paraphernalia -
mics and files and gadgets.
Everyone listens carefully, attentively.
If one looks closely
there are even rapporteurs.
The officiating nature is hard to lose.
The only thing now is
to decide the agenda of the ritual.
But that is when the garnished
meal gets served
and everyone
starts chomping on it like humans
- the usual.
The tables are thumped yet again,
mics erupt in high pitched tones
- wailing.
In this melee,
nobody bothers to hear the vote of thanks
presented by the ever blabbering home loan.
The conference table
barges violently into structures -
wrecks into our homes
as an oaken pestilence.
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