O Cubicle!

O Cubicle!

You modern bane! You box malformed!
You cell in all but name!
Block you out the sad sights ahead,
Be blinders to the sides.

Strangers lurk above me in the
Baleful stark flourescence.
False privacy, ever is one
Lurking at the shoulder.

Despondent face- a coworker,
Puts forth a tired forced smile;
Malevolently cheerful face-
Management doing rounds.

Light Emmitting Diodes bathe me,
Washing away mine will.
In this place, there are no shadows
Save under keyboard trays.

Nowhere to run; nowhere to hide,
I accept your embrace.
Forced in you by necessity,
Cubicle, I love you