#work poems

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Boss makes a dollar

I make a dime

So i think inappropriately about Zewu-Jun

On company time

[adrienne-lll]

“No pens,” they say. I-

-ronic pens are banned here when,

truth be told, they’re the

/

reason I show up

everyday, the reason I

sign up for double

/

overtime, stay late

as my body will allow.

So I can afford

/

to buy more and more

pens to write away my sore

feet, sore back, sore life.

——

No Pens Allowed

[the-waterlogged-writer]

You believed you could fly, So you flew into the sky, Falling so fast, As Icarus did when he found Apollo at last.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Boss makes a dollar

I make a dime

And i grapple with how hot i find Wen Ruohan to be

On company time

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Boss makes a dollar

I make a dime

So i staple 5000 pages in sets of five while thinking up angst

On company time

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Boss makes a dollar

I make a dime

So i think of Chifeng-zun and his muscles

On company time

[tearstainedpoet-blog]

working my life away