Pilling Problems
Just keep pilling more on the desk Clearing it would be too much of a task Piles getting so precarious It wouldn’t take anything nefarious Something simple as a current of air Even just one from a door swung Its already begun The slow collapse of stacks Fortunately I’m fast Even as it is catching me I’m catching the debris it rains Still putting on a good face, it’s just a feint Even as this is written time moves on
Debris falls Tomorrow comes










