The files in the filing cabinet

    Are all talking at once.

    Mumble jumble， say the files

    In the filing cabinet.

    The desk， discreet，

    Discloses nothing.

    Rough drafts live

    A roustabout life，

    Tumbling from shelves，

    While books， published

    and smugly replete，

    No longer feel the need

    To compete.

    Stationery sprawls，

    Casual as sunbathers.

    In the locked drawer，

    Love letters lie.