"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I know you think
You’re special
She said
I know you think
You’re smart
Strutting your stuff
About the place
Like you’re some work of art
But trust me when I say
She said
That’s not what we all see
In fact in the office
The only hot topic
Is what a twat
You appear to be
One more drink
That’s all you need
For stories to tell
And wisdom to heed
I see you,
You know,
For what you are
A puppeteer
Pulling strings from afar
Thinking your little tricks
I won’t dare to mention
When all you’re doing
Is drawing my attention
To the fact
That you’re a cunt
Thank God I have
Two weeks annual leave
So from your chatter
I’ll enjoy a reprieve
The Water Cooler
If only
I could
feign
interest
Perhaps
we could
be friends
But in
fact you
bore me
witless
So I
pray this
conversation
ends
(Originally Posted 17.02.2020)
I’d rather just sit
In the corner and brood
As for your ‘humour’
I’m not in the mood
No Laughing Matter
I swear to you right now
On all that is good and holy
Your jokes rarely do anything
But kill me fucking slowly
(Originally Posted 12.01.2021)
In a way it’s easier
To still see you every day
For as we get both older
My heart grows colder
And doesn’t hurt in the same way
Taken
I can bear most things in life
But it kills me every time
To know no matter what I do
You will never again be mine
(Originally Posted 11.12.2020)
There’s one in every office
Whose presence elicits a grimace
And in mine it’s you
Who never ceases to
Push me to my limits
The Irritant
It actually
hurts to
listen to you
Let alone
look you
in the eye
Please just
leave me
alone
For I have
bigger fish
to fry
(Originally Posted 26.09.2019)
I really don’t mind saying
That I’m actually quite proud of this
As it describes that employee
To an absolute tee
Despite the sweetness she emits
The Bake Sale
Bringing
along
a
flask of
coffee
And
your
frosted
homemade
cake
Doesn’t
make you
any more
likeable
Or any
less
fucking
fake
(Originally Posted 13.08.2020)
So as
The tide
At work
To stem
Now I don’t
Even bother
Talking
To them
The Office
Momentory conversations
With temporary people
Sharing fleeting emotions
Providing non-permanent relief
(Originally Posted 09.07.2019)
Bringing
along
your
flask of
coffee
And
your
frosted
homemade
cake
Doesn’t
make you
any more
likeable
Or any
less
fucking
fake
It actually
hurts to
listen to youLet alone
look you
in the eyePlease just
leave me
aloneFor I have
bigger fish
to fry
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 