Monstrosities love little men
the hen pecked type
good with a pen

For measuring and counting stuff
that’s good or bad
or not quite good enough

To cross the t’s and turn blind eyes
to adjust their books
and redact their lies

That look good in well cut uniform
who can recite an oath
and be reborn

Who’ll save them brass by using gas
and tell no tales
if all should fail

They value heads more-so than hearts
a brain they’ll kill
but hearts restart

So I’m averse to bureacrats
it’s my belief
they’re mostly twats

© Wolfgar 2019