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George Stanworth
Poet
&
Lyricist
Crisis!
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The drinks machine got pregnant.
It won't be back this year.
I'm only here for caffeine.
How can I still work here?
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I need a Cappucino,
Espresso or a tea
before I file my folders,
and stare at my PC.
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Then another one much later,
perhaps when I've logged on,
and two or three by One o clock
when optimism's gone.
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I hate this damn establishment
now I've lost my perk.
What now will distract me
from doing any work?
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I called a crisis meeting.
The MD said 'Be fair.
Machines that sell you coffee
will soon be everywhere!
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