Wednesday, December 31, 2014


And that tap tap tapping
Of nails against the desk
Echoes your impatience through
The wide spread walls of an empty room.

As though something could be done
To speed up time
Like your tapping will cause
Someone to realize your importance
And cut you through
To the front of the line

But you are equal
At this moment
To everyone else in this line

A straight class balancing act

In line you are better than no one

So tap your fingers as you might

You are last

You will remain last

Until another - equal - joins the end.

Riley Welch

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