Workaday Poem(s)
I strive to stand out; excel
Spreadsheets?
More like bedsheets
-cuz they’re the stuff of my dreams.
Rows and columns uphold my life,
Cells destroy and come alive.
Convalescent values?
Spreadsheets and financial dreams: done gone down.
I like
To do things perfectly
Don’t cross me
When I’m trying To please
To dot ‘I’s and
Cross ‘T’s
Look those I help
In the eyes.
Usually
When things work out
It’s a surprise
More often than not.
With eyes
so dry
that I could die
I print
That
Shit.
So I can remember,
Prove,
And verify.
Hour early
Rise and dine
On some Charcuterie
Before others arrive
Then Shoot the shit a little bit
When the others walk in
Then out.
Duty to say Hi
Them to look inside
Outlook inbox
Look out, you’re boxed in…
But
One team, one fight
In Teams all night
Or at least from 11-7
Give us this day our daily starbs,
And deliver us from temptation of energy drinks.
And…maybe Saturday they’re gonna need you
To
Go ahead and–
Amen.
The IDIOTRIX 