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.