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a security guards lament

Martin OakshaftPosted by Martin Oakshaft 01 May, 2009 09:28PM
Ok, so its nearly time to roll out the one and only "story" that i have ever attempted... but first, yet another poem (i have a few!).

The title speaks for itself, really. I was working for a Ratty little Security outfit (while wearing one of their "hand-me-down" ratty outfits). I was pulling 12hour night shifts, followed by a day to "recover" then 12hour day shifts. it was grim.

anyhoos... i was sitting in a partially constructed warehouse. sitting on a giant wooden cable reel with an even bigger cable reel as a "desk", and i really felt the need to write down how i was feeling. bear in mind that this was written after sitting there on my own, with absoulutely no human contact (or entertainment) for 10 hours.


Sometimes, most times

(a security guards lament)


Sometimes he sits there.

Waiting, watching, listening,

Sometimes he doesn’t.


Sometimes he gets up.

Walking, watching, listening,

Sometimes he doesn’t.


Sometimes he thinks things.

Profound things, mundane things,


Sometimes he doesn’t.

Sometimes he sees thing.

Sometimes he hears things,

Most times he doesn’t.


Most times he is alert,

But most times he is bored