The Cubicle

by Midnight Sun   Oct 2, 2006


This cubicle in which I sit
And waste away my day
Is smaller than a prison cell
And feels that same way

My boss forgot my name
My colleagues think it's funny
I work from nine to five
And never make any money

The paperwork is stacking up
Does it even matter?
The candy wrappers everywhere
Show signs I'm getting fatter

The people all around me
Have a life outside of work
I don't ever get invited
I think that they're all jerks

I'm going to quit this job
And become a movie star
These three walls can't hurt me
If I go somewhere far

~And don't forget to check out my friend Jpoet!!! She helped me write it!

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  • 17 years ago

    by jello

    This was awsome. i like it alot.
    good job

  • 17 years ago

    by Feline Fatigue

    Hmm... Claustrophobic, maybe? lol. I like this! Awsome job, keep it up!

  • 17 years ago

    by Kelly

    Ha ha! i love the fact the somewhere else in the world someone is sitting in there wee office cubicle thinking about the same things that i do sitting in mine.
    Made me laugh out loud!
    Kelly
    xx

  • 17 years ago

    by Twisted Heart

    Cute...cute....cute... I think working in a cubicle would drive me insane.

    Good job to both of you.

    Peace and happiness
    Jeannie

  • 17 years ago

    by *Charisma*

    Wow! Great poem...lol...just kidding. I had fun doing this with you, although you have great talent on your own! Nice to have you as a friend! Jpoet*

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