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A staffroom 

Like a game of survivor, 

Each year 

A season 

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Vying for stature, opinionation

Compounded by dysfunction,

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And yet, after every vote

I can’t help but feel 

That though 

Everyone present, loses,

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It's never exactly clear 

Who stands alone, the winner.

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A staffroom, a microcosm, 

A mechanism 

Within the greater workings

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Of a yet larger, over-burdened machine. 

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And though I’ve seen it often, 

Though I appreciate that we are

Evolutionarily social creatures,

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I can’t help but consider government 

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And so chart my future 

Ever further

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North.

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