I am so glad I am not working in that office anymore..
Shrill ringing echoes in an oversized open plan office
Brings me sharply from my dreaming.
Old tired men. thinking me lazy, useless,
Asking in an accuastory tone for things i have already done.
Motivation slides away, no remedy for reality,
Dreams rot under the floorboards with whatever died there last week.
Through the smell no longer is intensely entering my body,
Death eating at my lungs as i have no choice but to endure it,
Still lingers and cuts my nose.
No matter, my determination to see it through was destroyed on Monday by some
unthinking comment on the work i do unnoticed.
Old men hover, eyes on my back.
Slaps on the arse shudders me to the core
And sexual innuendo filters to my ears
ljmh Mar 2009
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