Coffee Break

In school, I learned about the Wily Greek.
In church, I learned to emulate the Meek.
The army trained me to go toe to toe,
But office work has taught me cuppa joe.

Because Persians, Satan, or Taliban,
Though maniacal, not one could withstand
The silent horror of banality,
Ever marching with no finality.

Incessant meetings, reviews, and reports,
The only reprieve I can get, of sorts,
Is a work-sponsored trip to la-la land,
Stationary escape, made cup in hand.

No matter that coffee gives me the shakes;
It's one of only two ways to get breaks.
The other I have not succumbed to yet,
though if they'll end this, I'll try cigarettes.