Calum Rodger

The Office Canteen

I work in the office canteen
Where the walls are blue & the borders green
And there's so many suits without heads
And the air is obscene.

From spotless passageways lit bright above
Just like at school, they come. The lunchtime break.
A mime industrial; carpet shuffle; floorboard creak.
Gargoylic glares more sad than fierce look

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