A Poem

when I am out of the office
and I call a temp to sit at my desk
I want that temp

to answer the friggin' phone by the second ring
to not touch my shit,
or read my personal email
to not do work,
that i will inevitably
have to redo.

i want that temp,
to do as little as possible
except to answer the friggin' phone by the second ring

that's what I was like as a temp.
which, like the tide on a full moon,
raises
the oft asked question:

Why can't everyone be more like me?