The veggie party plate molded slowly in the
bland, refrigerated innards of the office break room,
symbolizing years of cheap paper plate parties
and pepsi in plastic cups.
We wait 358 days for a lap in a snack maze
to a stale soundtrack of
“where’d you buy that new polo, Derek?”
and
“we finally finished our patio Laurie!”
Two days of freedom follow and then
back to the backstabbing antics of the snack maze.
Manager #1’s repressed homosexuality sours his sighs
Manager #2 sours the whole room with his tea-laced breath
Manager #3 moans about his trips to New Zealand and the Caribbean
SOUR SOUR SOUR SOUR!
the yogurt’s past due
the half and half curdles
the ants chain themselves to their shitty PCs for 15-20 years.
I see everyone dragging around moaning,
blood comes out of their noses.
Too much blood loss is bad for your health,
in fact, over the years, it can cause death.
