The files in the filing cabinet
Are all talking at once.
Mumble jumble， say the files
In the filing cabinet.
The desk， discreet，
Discloses nothing.
Rough drafts live
A roustabout life，
Tumbling from shelves，
While books， published
and smugly replete，
No longer feel the need
To compete.
Stationery sprawls，
Casual as sunbathers.
In the locked drawer，
Love letters lie.