Administration's Curse By George Fripley

Adapted from This Be The Verse by Phillip Larkin

They fuck you up, administrators, They don't mean to but they do, And while you're drowning in your work, They add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By administrators in the past, Who devised the systems now in use, And whose evil spell was long since cast. Admin hands on misery to man, It makes working life a hell, Because no matter what you try to fix, It'll fuck that up, as well.

To read more of George Fripley's poetry, read his latest collection, You Can't Polish A Turd about how you survive and thrive in the civil service published by Night Publishing, Amazon Copyright George Fripley 2011

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