Work Poem: A Tritina
Your boss times it that you have to wear a tie
beginning the same week it gets hot as hell.
The building's thermostat has two settings: Off and Florida.
Most of your coworkers are from Florida,
angry to have emotional ties,
jobs, in boston, away from their paradise. Hell
is frozen over three months a year. Hell
is anything outside of Florida.
A Bostonian, by week one, you hang yourself by your tie.
Once in hell, your co-workers say, "Nice tie." It reads FLORIDA.
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