Here I sit
swiveling around
a gray seated throne
in office precision
Just look at this cube
sturdy like oak
dangerous to hit it
without a prescription
And oh this computer
a shining light screen
like the shining light screen
of a kings fire castle
With these mighty blue speakers
plastic and shorted
and a watt of sound
like a thunderous trumpet
These headphones nearby
to call all the women
and at 50+ years
their much more like wine
With thumbtacks and pencils
and erasures for erasing
I'm like a mighty warrior
fortified in arms
A phone for the dialing
and 3 digit extensions
I can call with the speed
of a steed at a track
With 3 mugs for coffee
one being for dunkin'
my selection is finer
than jewels on a crown
And my cube buddy 'Bob'
who dresses each day
with a tie from the finest
of Kauffman's new lore'
With all of these things
in this kingdom of mine
Is it a wonder that I
find swiveling contentment?
Copyright (C) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-office/
