Duty-Bound Poem by Chris Wiggins

Our differences could spread the length and breadth of two continent's.
Where as, our similarities could fit through the eye of a needle and still have room to spare.
I sit across from him in the office.
Oh, how i detest and loath that man.
His bile, his constant bigotry, his racist remarks.
The bitchy comments, the mind games. Grrrr
But he is not the fool. I am the fool.
You see, I may not be allowed to move my desk to the other corner of the room,
but I could refrain from silence.
I could aim my staple gun at his head and have it over with in seconds.
I could push him head first into the paper shreader.
Or throw him in the waste basket.
I could press alt, ctl, delete on his computer.
Or could maybe hide his sandwiches from the fridge.
I could glue his coffee cup to the desk
Or make a little pin prick to the top of his water bottle, next to the lid.
But instead.
...I sit here.
...In silence.
...Useless.