Work is hard.
I didn't know that until I entered an office and sighed
Until I looked at the pens slanted in the pot and had the sudden urge to doodle
Until I saw the aged computer and felt the need to watch Netflix
...but I couldn't coz I was working.
So instead, I watched the screen and the screen watched me.
I didn't know I was bored until I began to observe the small bumps on the walls, the fractures in the tables, the dents ingrained in the heater.
It wasn't until I noticed each tumbleweed rolling in the carpet and glared at each insect clinging to the ceiling...
That I knew I was completely and utterly bored.
At this point, I began to dread this life.
I remember looking desperately at the clock
...only to realise it wasn't there.
So, I opened my phone to the "99+ messages" notification which everyone had forgotten to send me, and checked the time.
I'd only been there for two minutes.
At that point, I said to myself: "I'M DONE OUT ERE!" and stormed towards the door,
But then I realised I couldn't leave because I was working and I lowkey needed the money.
So, I had to do a self-walk-of-shame because...honestly?...no one was looking
I sat down in my chair,
And it all started there.
It was soft, plump and wheely.
And although it may sound cheesy,
I just know it was love at first bounce
And I failed to do any work, but it's the thought that counts
As I sat down, I swear gravity began attacking my eyes.
And the rest of the story was the beginning of my demise.
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PoetryA lot of my poems will probably be triggering...but I guess that is kind of the point. What's the point of a poem if it doesn't trigger you. If I do, then I guess it has done its job to reach whoever needs to reach it. Everything here is completely...
