Here is a recent poem by Montego Mercer.
As I sit here at my desk,
I hear all the bickering going back -
and forth.
It sounds like the old Wild West
Trading gunfire at high noon.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The words like shots ring out
in the office
I am caught in the cross fire!
I duck down -
under my desk,
for protection.
Thinking "I should go and get a vest
to wear to work"!The squabbling gets louder
and more fierce.
Then more shots ring out!
"I do all the work
around here - and you
do nothing."
Bang! Bang!
"Oh yeah?
When you were out playing hookie,
I did your work -
And mine!"
Bang! Bang!
I get nervous - and paranoid.
As the shots fly over my head,
I know no one is safe!As the war of words continues,
The tension grows - and grows.
Another array of gunfire erupts,
Words, like bullets, bounce -
And ricochet off the office walls.
We wait to see
Who's left standing -
And,when the smoke clears,
No one is badly hurt
This time
There is no end to the madness,
So I am still -
Caught in the cross fire!by Montego Mercer