Beige Nightmare

Here I sit, broken hearted
Tried to think, but quietly farted
The putrid scent wafted
And whispers ensued
Pssst… Who would do that
Shhh… maybe he’ll hear you
mmmph… I strain to contain
my hopes and prayers
that everyone around me
Chokes on my anal vapors

I recollect last night’s dream
To overtake the thought of work
A terrorist attack worthy of CNN
Initiated by accident
Accentuated by sleep
Trying to avoid the degeneration
Of a slow corporate demise
Most will crash and burn
While few feign success
I’m found guilty of being content

tacos for lunch

i had tacos for lunch today
during the aftermath i thought
i'm contemplating quitting
packing it in and moving on
I'm sure friends will question
the basis for such action
without being superficial
i base my reasons in reasoning
employment has become confiment
and my days are stripped of enjoyment
with that said and done
it's time to consider change

when production comes in hiccups
and time stops more than it starts
i yearn for the next bomb threat
to disrupt the mind-numbing flow
thirty minute restroom recluse
sixty minute mid-day