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.

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