Cheers to Societal Cues

Typewriter, typewriter, clickity clacking
words tug, sentences toil
Murmurs that clamber from old soil
watch all that false ink blacking

But my thoughts, they caper and birl
surety is crucial; no blunders, none!
None of that botching—begone
otherwise, the boss might hurl

Oh no! the boss! she’s waved her hand!
Silver knife awaits my throat
This, you can’t sugar-coat:
The boss will shout from where she’ll stand

So typewriter, typewriter, clickity clacking
thumping in scruple,
Though fingers are supple;
forever haunted with what I was lacking