An Unforeseen Tragedy

we wake each day

and yearn to function appropriately

fine tuning rituals, unknowingly 

manoeuvring ourselves into crosshairs 

so the lowest minion in the office hierarchy

can fire deeply rooted frustrations 

straight through our forehead, 

the staple gun has never felt 

more appealing, I clutch it 

firmly in my hand as if an AR50 

and proceed to go on a shooting spree,

hundreds of A4 paper lost their lives 

in an unforeseen tragedy

no pencil erasers were harmed