The files in the filing cabinet

    Are all talking at once.

    Mumble¹ jumble²， say the files

    In the filing cabinet.

    The desk， discreet³，

    Discloses nothing.

    Rough drafts live

    A roustabout life，

    Tumbling from shelves，

    While books， published

    and smugly replete⁴，

    No longer feel the need

    To compete.

    Stationery⁵ sprawls⁶，

    Casual as sunbathers.

    In the locked drawer，

    Love letters lie.