There are papers flapping, flying and floating everywhere. I see contract forms, receipts, little post it notes and tiny love notes. I might have seen some $50 bills spiral towards the ceiling. Who left the window open for this gust of wind to swish in as it pleases?
I see dry leaves strewn all over the room.
How long has this been left to the elements?
Bring in the sweepers! Let’s tidy up this mess! There’s order to be made!
Bring me some paper weights and money clips, I want want to arrange paper in order of importance!
I want a spike for the receipts, I’ll use the calculator on the table to tally up the ones I can salvage.
Bring me a paper bin, I want to trash the illegible paper.
I’ll bring this place to order ;
But who left the window open, leaving flapping, flying and floating paper everywhere?
Frank Malaba 2018