The Office Colossus

I rewrote this very famous poem (taken from the New Colossus a.k.a. Statue of Liberty saying) at work today. I think I've got too much time on my hands or I've gotten punchy.

The Office Colossus rewritten by Bea

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
with conquering limbs astride, from land to land;
Here at our sun-drenched, blue glass tower shall stand
a short, round woman with box cutter in hand.
The small blade is imprisoned lightning, and her name
Disposer of Wayward Boxes. From her stubby hand
cardboard is broken down; her calm eyes command,
Keep the clutter down. Cries she
with mirth filled eyes, "Give me your tired, your poor,
your crumpled masses of cardboard yearning to be recycled.
The wretched refuse of your cluttered cubicle,
send this; the over used, often mailed, tempest tossed debris to me,
I lift my box cutter beside my desk."