In the Cubicle

In the cubicle, tiny file-box office
Semi-soundproofed cell, so unchrysalis like
I sit encased,
Reading memos
Answering phones
Twiddling pen and watching clock hands
Seemingly slower and lazier every day
As they perform their task as thanklessly as I….

In the cubicle, walls papered with charts & graphs
Important papers, meaninglessly urgent
Arranged by systems designed to impress
The Big-brother eye as it moves
Its piercing laser of threat
From box to box to box
Never acknowledging the human being inside….

In the cubicle, stuck with so many brothers and sisters
Slowly baking under fluorescent suns
Tapping our keys
Dialing our phones
Wondering if that paycheque at the end of the week
Is really payment enough….





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