Rhubarb...Rhubarb...

( In the UK 'Rhubarb' not only being a fruit, is also an expression of pointless comments in a conversation. This Poem is about a meeting at work where Rhubarb was in abundance!)

Gaggling cackling,
Snorting laughter.
Rhubarb..Rhubarb..
Showy remembrancer's
striving to impress their tribune,
To catch his eye,
Curry his favour.
Rhubarb..Rhubarb..
Sitting around in a dishonourable hierarchy of attentiveness.

Unaware of unconscious motives
Sublimation, compensation and downright stupidity!
Selfish gestures
Thoughtless words spoken in body language.
Rhubarb..Rhubarb..
Seats have invisible names written upon them
Tasks are tailor-made week in; week out
Boredom flows in a loveless atmosphere
of tarnished aura's
Denial is all about
In individual dungeons.
Rhubarb..Rhubarb..
Gaggling..Cackling..

Rhubarb..Rhubarb..