This isn’t office,
its hell with fluorescent lighting
I pretend to work.
They pretend to pay me
Sarcasm is just one
more service we offer
If I throw a stick
will you leave
Errors have been made.
Others will be blamed
Whatever kind of look
you were going for you missed
Well this day waste
of makeup
Wait I’m trying
to imagine you with a personality
Stress is when you
wakeup screaming and you realize you haven’t fallen asleep yet
Can I trade this job
for what’s behind door number one
I thought I wanted
a career
Turns out I just wanted
paychecks
Too many freaks not
enough circuses
Macho law prohibits
me from admitting that I’m wrong
Nice perfume must you
marinate in it
Chaos, panic, uproar.
My work here is done
I plead contemporary
insanity
----Anonymous