Banana peels and catsoups

You will try to sweep your mind
until it´s supernova clean:
the keybard might be going tack-tack-tack
but at anytime bureuacry may go wrong.
Does the quacker in Channel Whatever
still recommend to sniff coconuts
to cure melancholy and ill handwriting?
-Mother  still can´t breath through her nostrils,
You idly note, as you hand the secretary 
some forms or meh.-
Someone may have mocked
the good old foolish priests
who speeched on and on
about the benefits of cats prepped in soup
and all the old and youngs hags
sanctified the discovery with an AMEN
 that booms through the future,
through their daughters
who boast their Facebook profiles
and still don´t know how to handle a floppy disk,
their sons who fondly bluster
about the riots of Sixty-Something
("Because you wimps wouldn´t have been tough enough
to weather a fist fight with those rooten ones")
yet become louder than a bloody stadium
when a bald girl shows up her pierced visage.
You will focus again
nod at the secretary who is waiting for the next one,
a quiet thank you 
while she gazes back into her monitor
perhaps to look into the next horsebreath diet
as the next customer hurries up from his seat.