Flo Biz


Cubicle - Poem by Flo Biz

Her cackling laugh
It drives me nuts
It makes me want to choke her

And then I hear
The bitchy one
I try not to provoke her

The chatty one
On personal calls
My head I'd like to bury

From way up front
The half deaf one
Her shrill voice sure does carry

Griping, gossip
Snickering, snorting
Feuding and long phone calls

It'd save my ears
And headaches too
If only I had real walls

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2010



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