Your office job
Has limited space
Inside a cube
Is your own place
Encircled by walls
Made to be low
Without a door
Or a window
Inside your cube
You’ll decorate
With photos taken
Of your mate
You’ll get to leave
While you eat lunch
And coffee breaks
Just take a bunch
Your tiny room
Is twelve by ten
It’s like your own
Adult playpen
This cubicle
Where you’re confined
Is causing you
To lose your mind
If you dislike
Your limited space
Somebody else
Will take your place
By, Randee Saber 8/8/08
