I sit in my prison cell <br />In the guise of an office <br />Endless to-do lists <br />And non answered email <br /> <br />There is no armed warden <br />Only the manager in the chair <br />Senseless as a moron <br />Dispensing orders without a care <br /> <br />My garb is Dockers grey <br />No standard state issue <br />Look good for the meetings <br />I still feel so fey <br /> <br />There is no time for good behavior <br />Just shaking the bush, Boss <br />Most people would kill for this <br />It’s all in the profit and loss <br /> <br />I have penance to perform <br />Spreadsheets and reports <br />Have them on time or else <br />Jesus, why do I conform?<br /><br />Celt Merlyn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-in-the-box/
