Sick Day.

I'm not sick. I shoul go to work. And bring home the bacon. But there's bacon right here. And a rented DVD. Where's the remote?

I'm not sick. I shoul go to work. And bring home the bacon. But there's bacon right here. And a rented DVD. Where's the remote?

You, know when I selected this as a sympathy post, I really thought it was the one about actually being sick. Hm.

January 20th, 2010 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | No comments

Not a Penny.

Romaine noodles stuck inside my ribs, Not as satisfying as concrete, No shows, no expensive teeth cleanings, mooching drinks, Borrowing clean clothes, Studying how to pick locks, I wish it was payday.

Romaine noodles stuck inside my ribs, Not as satisfying as concrete, No shows, no expensive teeth cleanings, mooching drinks, Borrowing clean clothes, Studying how to pick locks, I wish it was payday.

December 14th, 2009 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | No comments

Work.

I don't want to have a job of any kind, I don't even want to walk to the kitchen to get water, I'll take my days dishonest and free, thank you.

I don't want to have a job of any kind, I don't even want to walk to the kitchen to get water, I'll take my days dishonest and free, thank you.

December 10th, 2009 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | No comments

Vacation Days.

I'd work harder if you gave me more. I wouldn't hate life so much if you gave me more. Instead, I am going to sleep at my desk. A bloated fish stinking on the shore, I on your payroll.

I'd work harder if you gave me more. I wouldn't hate life so much if you gave me more. Instead, I am going to sleep at my desk. A bloated fish stinking on the shore, I on your payroll.

November 24th, 2009 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | No comments