The Confessional

by jencam   Jun 3, 2005

What if my coworkers find out?
What if they possibly knew?
They couldn't possibly figure it out...
I believe they haven't a clue.

I work in a fancy office,
at lunch I try to eat alone
sitting by myself at the back table
where it appears I'm reading "The DaVinci Code".

I pray no one asks to see my book
the book jacket can be quite deceiving
for if they open it up and read
they'll see the double life I'm leading.

There is talk of the news and the war overseas
and the score of last night's game
my thoughts however are at Hogwarts
and with "he who shall not be named"

Some of my coworkers looked at me oddly
when I requested specific vacation time,
but book #6 comes out July 16,
I know because I've pre-ordered mine.

I'm a corporate employee
I'm a sister and a daughter
I'm a 30 year old woman
Who is addicted to Harry Potter.


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  • 16 years ago

    by cowgirlstar26

    OMG lol that's so true and so sad at the same time lol my friends are all addicted to it and it drives me nuts. myself i've never read any of the books but yea i havent ever had time great write

  • 16 years ago

    by abcede

    wow! u too? i didn't think many adults liked harry potter!! well.. i have to finish reading books that i HAVE to read for school first.. and then i think i'll read the 5th one first, because i cant remember a thing about it.. details that is! THEN, i'll start on the 6th one although i already know who dies because these stupid guys at church blabbed it to everyone!! GRR!
    oh, poem! GREAT WRITE! i liked it.. i love the fact that you write on your real life things! it's so fresh!
    love always,

  • 16 years ago

    by Jason Meres

    Well written and carried out, I commend you.

  • 16 years ago

    by Sarah Ann

    lol that was so good...Hey you can be addicted at any age. I love harry excellent job. xxxxx

  • 16 years ago

    by midnight♥lullibys

    very it true? haha well i like harry potter to....but im only 14 haha great poem