serrated paperclips
mark my memos
with a skid of gray,

jiggling keys
sound and ping
as I tap away,

computer speakers
please speak softly,
something other than your ding,

swivel chair,
so unfair,
that you do not lean,

office door
you're such a bore
just like me,

window washer,
dangling dangerously,
how about we trade,

give me liberty,
because this feels like death,
except for office poetry.


 
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