The Cubicle

The cubicle grows smaller with each dying breath
sucking out all of the life I have left

Inhaling freon most of the day
killing off thoughts of a better way

Asses grow bigger in swivel back chairs
minds go blank with glassy eyed stares

Someone’s in charge but no one knows why
They have to control file cabinet ‘ I ‘

It’s not about the customer or quality of time
It’s ‘who knows more’ about ‘who cares what’ and
who is next in line?

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