Feverishly desperate

I wait for someone to acknowledge my tact

At the stroke of what seems to be

Around 10:40 AM or so

Alas,

no one is there at the moment

my assignment so far, completely

ready for further instructions

Sending leads for a new job

One ill never ever get at this rate

Interfering in today's troubled society

Would it make any difference?

Just when you think you're done

One think

One thing

becomes another problem entirely

That must solve or be solved itself

Farther from the maddening crowd of thoughts

I am still waiting for a sign of somewhat approval

Of my craft and determination, my tact and my worthiness

To finally see the end result

Of getting at least done with one thing

One thought or another