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