Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Life on the Cube Farm

I sit in my prison and
Wish it was Friday so
We could all escape this place.
Could our work be more mindless?
Talk radio is my friend, and
I surf the net too much. I sure
Miss the blue sky and fresh air.

You stare blankly at the screen,
And think about 5pm.
It seems the clock on the wall
Is in slow motion now, so you
Empty your "In Box"
Without much thought and know
You get to do it again tomorrow...

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