my crisp rubber plant hugs the light
doled out by my ikea lamp
i can hear overlapping sales mumbo jumbo
and slamming of the bubble hockey table
and my desk vibrates from the hum of the a.c
counting minutes
counting seconds
don't know why, i like it here
but home is more fun
i can barely see the sunlight
leaning over the partitions
crawling on the floor
but not meant for me
i can't believe i think like this for 8 hrs a day.....
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