Lights, sounds... myself
The lights above me, bulbs shine dimMy eyelids are closing, they shun all light
The printer is printing, ink flows free
Colleagues all around me, they bustle like bees
My hands are typing, brain thinks naught
A song is playing, just decibels without rythm
Footsteps shuffle and stride, hurried and composed
D'papers are crumbled, they go in draughts
My stomach is swollen, zhat fan's fault
Q and A posted, across cubicles they flock
D'whispers are common, work and cock
The tapping of keyboards, are you working or not?!
posted by Jimbo @ 3:36 PM
