All file cabinets look the same
to one in the shoveling game.
I was yanked off the main land,
fitted with a tight armband,
ordered to alphabetize
words I didn’t recognize.
If I worked for just an hour,
I could take an ice cold shower.
Then, they said, if I worked two,
they would let me sniff some glue.
Random subjects seemed to reign.
Boss was masked and looked insane.
Papers filled up several rooms.
I was really zonked on fumes.
Next I knew, a fire started.
In the smokescreen, I departed.
Found a boat and rowed to shore.
I don’t wanna file no more.