At my desk in the corner my life wastes away–
Fingers clicking. Pens racing.
A phone call is made.
My laptop is dying;
I have 40 tabs open
trying to solve a problem I didn’t create.
Oh, the office job is not for me.
The place where I receive eye and neck pain from staring at my bright computer
The place where my frolicking is limited to three flights of stairs
The place where I scroll through instagram vacations of my friends during my lunch “break”
I am a kid in business casual wearing my mother’s suit
pretending to be an adult.