Adriano Nunes: "At ten past six"

Adriano Nunes: "At ten past six"

He, the number one employee.
He knows all deadlines.
He knows all the rules.
He does not smile
Not even says goodbye
To no one in his Nobody's Kingdom.
Sometimes our employee
Listens to be called
This, that, other things,
A bureaucrat.
He adjusts his well aligned suit
And his discreet tie.
And everything follows and goes.
And everything goes and follows
Continuously equal. He thinks!

He stamps and dispatches
And dispatches and stamps.
He carefully watches
Everything around him.
And he dispatches and stamps and
Dispatches no end.
All the open eyes.
Everything is visible
To his co-workers.
"Ten days!" "Thirty days!"
"Thirty days!" "Ten days!"
"No authentication!. "No receipt!"
"The deadline has expired."
"In another session." "I repeat:
It is not for me!" "Receipts!"

He, the number one employee.
He has been fulfilling orders
From his superiors and from
Beyond them. He is
Always fulfilling orders
Which he does not know
Though they come from.
He knows all the rules.
He knows all deadlines.
Here is the main rule: deny
Almost everything if possible
According to the current regiment.
Two hours for lunch.
His life is an exemplary point
Without any delay! I saw it!

He does not shy away
From his obligations.
Certificates! Worksheets!
Licenses! Seals! Rates!
He adjusts his well aligned suit
And his discreet tie.
And everything follows and goes
Because existence flies.
No time to chat which
Wants to convince him that
Something is an emergency.
He did not come to work today.
Now his dreams turned an impasse:
Arrears, failures, deceptions again...
Two bypass he has!