There are days that don't move
as they should. Some people churn
around and around, plotting
changes to make, things
to organize, tactics
to employ - I am not
one of them. The idle beaver-that
would be me. Some days run
along just fine. Some days just
don't. And that's the way they were,
and the way they always will be.
This is a lie -  I will come
around to plotting - tomorrow
if not today - hustle and bustle,
fart and empty my vessels suchlike
that my silence groans, and whispers
abound on my intentions. And then
I shall have arrived - the quientessential
organization man who moved
the days (not the cheese).