surrounded by three grey half-walls;
this cubicle suffocate my ideas;
my boredom is soaking this ergonomic chair;
the cabinets don’t even lock.
the standing desk has me peering for any
woman that will catch my attention;
ahhh, now there we go;
i love having the printer in open view
of my unfurled air “office.”
grey dress; red stilettos; olive colored skin;
brunette hair with slivers of light colors;
bright red lipstick with a face that screams
“fuck the living fuck out of me!”
what other reason would i come to this
place of work five days a week;
to look at grey half-walls?
no, it’s to look at grey half-dresses.