Prohibited And Limited Entertainment Poem by Wamii Flyer

Here I sit upon my duty.
Alone with the polished corridor,
Grown used to echoing footsteps.

Four pots wrapped in fake marble.
My eyes question these assorted plants,
As they provide oxygen to this lonesome artist.

Although talentless, I try.
Slamming my emotions onto numerous pages,
Only to create empty scribbles.

Is my work time frozen or imaginary?
Could be both since I'm stuck in here,
Waiting for the time to gather nine books.

Now my task is accomplished.
Filled with satisfaction and self-assured,
I go back to my work desk one last time.

''Hey, I'm leaving. Got any more work? ''
''No.''
''Great, I quit.''