Managed Absence & Forms

An ergonomic chair in a room made of gray, Where applicants come just to wither away. The silence is deep, As the protocols sleep, Ensuring the process is lost to delay.

The vacancy echoes through binders of lead, With columns and tables entirely unread. We wait for the stamp, In the sterile and damp, While validation is quietly dead.

A validation is filed away, To sit in the waiting all day. The appendix is bare, With a stationary stare, As the process embraces delay.

The silence is dense as a stone, An applicant waiting alone. The progress is stalled, And the desk is uncalled, In a room of a neutral gray tone.