Sleeping through the Meeting

My life force is sucked from my sinews
As this meeting unending continues.
But perhaps there’s a small consolation;
While I snore, I can’t hear your oration.

 

 

Upright Slumber

My after-lunch expansion has me dozy;
Good thing this office chair is nice and cozy.
While I pretend on PDFs to pore,
I’ll shut my eyes and hope that I don’t snore.

 

Goddess of Tower 9

Some light sci-fi verse, about a janitor in a not-too-distant dystopian future who sees the girl of his dreams …

I’ve seen you walk here many times, in uniform of grey:
Thin fronds of jet black teasing from your hood, your rosy smile
Unlike the tense-lipped tolerance of cleanup crew’s delay
As we make pristine clean this stretch of skyway, our own mile.

Monday Morning Gladness

It’s Monday morning, time to start my labors.
Sure, it’s work
But I won’t shirk.
It still beats spending time with nosy neighbors.

Flat Sales

The quarter’s looking solid,
The pipeline’s nice and fat;
We’re penetrating places where competitors have sat.

The only thing that bothers me,
And you’ll see where I’m at,
The ladies sales team’s front projections come in way too flat.

After the Colon

This meeting has gone on for hours; your presentation’s swollen.
It’s not the “but”s I mind, but what you state outside your colon.