Here I Sit
February 4, 2003
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Homework
Here I sit,
Looking out my windows.
But my windows look in,
And all I see are tired faces.
Looking out my windows,
I see the little worker bees,
Droning at their cubicles,
Trying to stay awake.
I see the little worker bees,
Discontent displayed on their faces,
As they stare at the work,
Displayed on the computer screens.
Discontent displayed on their faces,
I listen as they struggle thru,
Call after call after call,
Of too many answering machines.
I listen as they struggle thru,
Survey after survey,
And all I can think is:
When will it be time to go home?
NOTE: This was an assignment for my CCV Creative Writing Poetry onsite class with Michelle Demers.
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