Nominate me for Office

(This is an oldie I rediscovered which was written while I was working at the Mental Health Clinic at Hill AFB as a civilian)

Tricked you: This has nothing to do with my future campaign- but has everything to do with OFFICE.

Work day poetry: Inspired by Philip Levine

Watch the sunrise, sleep eyed, navigating traffic, kind of ride. Yawning off dreams.
Courteous hellos and good mornings are mumbled, fluttering between acquaintances. Tight threadbare smiles are to accompany.
Strut hallways, windows reflecting florescent lights, blocks out streams of sunlight.
Grumbles of stress bubbles, abbreviated sentences, paper stacks, gross body language, and ignored questions, hover in a sulking cloud. Storms are due according to the weather forecast.
Click, tick, tappity, to: seems the desktop just holds you. Under the chin, around the middle, even massages you a little. Locked in a concentrated hour to hour stare-- infinite portal/\ ball and chain.
Frequent time checks. Potty breaks. Calendar checks. Smoke breaks. Bank balance checks.
$5.65 – McDonalds (breakfast on the go)
$45.00—Chevron
$72.39—Macy’s (30% off sale)
$9.99—Walmart (dvd special)
$25.00—Liquor Store (evening unwind time)
Total: 1 ½ days work
Joy is a top hat, worn only for special occasions