Thursday, 8 September 2011

Howl of the cube dweller

With apologies to Allen Ginsberg
I saw the best hours of my afternoon destroyed by
meetings, frantic, multitasked pointless,
dragging themselves toward another conference call at eight
asking for the login ID,
muddleheaded managers pining for the blessed elusive
synergy with strategic goals in the quarterly report,
who powerpoints and spreadsheets and stressed-out and burnt sat 
there stewing in the everpresent leverage of 
beige-grey cubes scanning across the inbox and voicemail 
contemplating scope.

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