Have sat in that upholstered seat,
A million asses, maybe more,
Have spread their effluvia
Countless specks of countless sneezes
Obscure the monitor at which you squint,
A million hairs and crumbs, maybe more,
Litter the inside of your grimy keyboard
A film has been laid upon your desk,
The years of rote clerical functions,
The boredom, the tediousness,
These are the bars through which you cannot burst free
Menus clog your desk drawers
From restaurants that no longer exist,
Holiday schedules from twenty years ago
Waste space and tacks on your cubicle walls
Post-Its, like viruses, line the borders of the screen,
Your mouse smells like exotic cheeses,
Fluorescents
Your glasses surreptitiou
Bloodshot eyes, aching back,
Atrophied legs and tongues.
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