The office serpentine Crawls across my desk Leaving a trail Of deadlines While the clock on the wall Casts her shadow And sighs: "Last call"
Collated reports and general ledgers Fall like autumn leaves To their blue, plastic Graves below As laughter resists Rising above the silent maze To penetrate an offensive, fluorescent mist
On goes the buzz The click, and the hummmmm In the land of mechanical creatures Where caffeine and nicotine breaks Are seen draining life at the water cooler Gradually replace the talk Around the campfire