Poetry: The office - by Eric Bailey

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by Eric Bailey

Created on: March 15, 2010

Office Life in Haiku

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The copier jam
Like freeway Chicago traffic
It's so frustrating

My mailbox is full
Could it be money? A deal?
Nope - bills and more bills

Co-workers talking
Like tropical jungle birds
SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK

My pen has run dry
Yet trying to find new one
Like climbing mountain

The office jungle
With its beasts and dark shadows
My second home, so proud

My desk is so nice
Not one person can see me
Privacy is great

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My Personal Parlor

Only about an inch or so of wine left

The night has been productive

Boy fed, entertained, and put to
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by Huckster

It's Trivial
The hours were expended;
The day had finally ended.
And what had I completed
For this vile firm conceited?
My efforts
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by Lorelei Cohen

The picture is crooked on the wall.
It is five past two and
I've been watching it since noon
It hasn't moved.

No one has straightened
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by Judith Krouse

Getting Off Work
One more hour to wait.
Then will be out the gate.
Waiting for customers,
Air-condi tioning blurs.
Fifty five
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by Eric Bailey

Office Life in Haiku

~*~

The copier jam
Like freeway Chicago traffic
It's so frustrating

My mailbox is full
Could it be money?

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