Monday, November 18, 2013

A Poem for the Office Worker


The coffee is an ironically cold comfort, but it’s not as stale as the air, at least.

These colors must have been picked on purpose to stir some bleak into your day.

It’s as if the knowledge that this type of office has long been a cliché hasn’t yet arrived.

Don’t worry, we’ll get it. The same time the Ukraine gets beanie babies. 

 

Christ, Cheryl. Is that a beanie baby on your desk?

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