Heidi K. Haskell
Ss; Dd Or Reflection From My Cubicle On A Monday Morning - Poem by Heidi K. Haskell
Same old trials, tweaking the nerves of my OCD.
Same old decline into madness.
Counting each brain cell as it dies of ennui.
Every interruption delivered with unholy relish;
Every other person uncommonly needy.
Each day, as it oscillates, blandness to badness,
Is a stew of obnoxiousness: annoyance ratatouille -
The accrued weight making life marginally more hellish.
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