The Office

Deep in the fluorescent forest
Where nary a spider can hide
I plug into the workload
Money to be typed

The air is thick
With ticking and tapping
The receptionist
Would rather be napping

Like IVs sucking it straight
From our veins
We hook up to telephones
Headphones and
Screens

Where are the clouds
And the leaves underfoot?
We are covered in paper
And mousepad soot

Wake up now!
Look lively
Hoofed bosses
Make rounds

I'm under your thumb
And
I don't make
A sound

(c) 2008