Got to keep on keepin' on. More random lines than a real poem, but I liked what I had on the page enough.
W--- Poem
Despite their uses, for the sake
of security, the higher office
will be disabling the use of CD Roms,
bag lunches, thumb drives, and thumbs.
Every email reads like it's auditioning
to be a Boston Globe pull quote.
I'm now stationed by the methadone clinic
which, I'm told, during the April Fool's blizzard
was all that was open, and had a line.
My office's previous dweller
liked it enough to leave behind
a book and a hot pot.
If I linger, it's only to check
for unlocked doors to offices,
size up desks tables, various
unfavorite chairs, seeing what
could be applied to DIY porno.
That and to charge my phone battery.
All under the new boss, busy writing out
policies requiring two week's notice for sick days.
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