CLEATS
Misnomer. I heard them first.
The cleats, beating their savage
noise along the hallway. The
noise came from around the
corridor - a man was walking
with papers. Papers? No one
uses paper anymore. The long
days of clipboards and pencils
have disappeared
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How can people go on this way?
Living strangely every day: Tasks
by the hour, doing things for pay.
What do they think of, where is
the mind? The police-woman was
chewing Chiclets?
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