Rustle, tear, rip and bite,
The office sounds taken over by the sound of a zoo at feeding time,
People stretching and reaching for the fridge,
Habit causes this 12.45 activity,
The day mapped out,
Fingers rush the letters of their favourite website in the search bar,
Quickly before time turns,
An hour of freedom before the clock strikes 1.45,
Slurp, Sip, twist and gulp,
Refresh and stretch,
Watch out the time will clock you down.
Tick tock,
Back to work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice tempo to this work, Marie. -Tailor