The Office

The Office

The Calendar changes from day to day

And the gossip drives me mad.

I tidy up my desk

And the others think I’m mad.

They come with coffee in paper cup

And they never do a thing.

I clearing tyrannical emails,

They let the phone just ring.

They watch the time and go to lunch

But they never seem to return.

I take down endless messages

And for freedom I yearn.

The Calendar is flipped over

Pretending as they feign

When the boss walks by, the bell rings

And tomorrow we’ll do it all again.

By Linda Prince