The secretary chant by Marge Piercy

The poem evoked in me such a feeling of routine. I have always had this fear of being stuck in an office someday, doing such routine jobs that even my life is reduced to an errand. It made me wonder how it would feel to live such a life, where you have become almost an object. You are lowered to the level of the things you work with--Xerox machines, rubber bands and paper clips. It is as if the secretary in the poem has become an office supply as well. I did like, however, the use of metaphors in the poem and the imagery it projects.