Rubber Band

Stretching thinner tension increasing
Tighter until breaking point ceasing
Rubbery lax is now taughtly sprung
Toward my busy colleague my aim has swung
Pop and hitting ceiling until rebounding
Direct hit then a look and silence resounding
Then again stretching tight almost breaking
Intent seen in an aim with no mistaking
Return of instant karma with echoing snap
Flying through the air to give a loving tap

Stress

Stealing the sanity right out of my mind
Too much to do, I rush and fall behind
Speed essential and fine detail unheeded
Now is when all projects are needed
Customer’s complaints needing greeding pound
Loving heart and placid calm into the ground
Doing seven things and memory goes
Doing all I can no need to bite off my nose
Talking to myself in an uncontrolled mutter
Adrenaline voice on the phone starts to stutter
Stressed out in the dark place where no sun shines
Work running an unending circle of time
Spinning into unbelievable frenetic farce
Time running out, future and hope sparse
Reality loses hold insane laughter comes
Brain is dead and body is shaking and numb
Rushing without care in the apathetic zone
If it doesn’t all stop soon I will start to moan
Laying on the floor like a sick soufflé
Power phones will die or it’s time to run away
Men in white will come and take me from this pit
Or I’ll just up and yell real loud, “I quit!”

Scissors

Slicing the thinnest salacious sheet
When in the dark I don’t want to meet
Stranger running with scissors upraised
Staring straight ahead eyes open glazed
Hacking open packaging with glee
Slashing plastic and all remnants of trees
Severing strings and all manner of things
Destructive fantasies start to take wing
Excising cool calm calculation
Now harboring dreams of decapitation
For my clean sharp scissors lovingly reach
Thwarted wrath there has been a breach
Thief with my favored sheers did abscond
Does the filthy knave know how I’ll respond
Force and bloody vengeance will be mine
My sharp sheers will mutilate his spine
He’ll fall on the floor then start to whine
Graciously I’ll allow him to resign

Without scissors nowhere to go
I’ll go steal a pair from Joe

Heater

When thermostat too low is set
Past summer months I do regret
Even the fact of so much sweat
Brain clouded in cold now forgets
Shivering and shaking to keep cold away
Icy hands seem to hold me every day
Frost reaches into my veins to stay
Frigid hand on mouse my body warmth slays
Until the day a portable heater I bring
A great source of warmth for my hands to cling
Heat so great until my hands slightly singed sting
Then I just hover to feel the warmth of spring
Radiant warmth my body now feels
Through many layers that now can be peeled
Imagining a summer world bright and surreal
Where my heater never leaves me the winter to feel

Until at the end of the day heater turned off
Into the cold outside I start to cough

Bored

Staring blankly at my monitor screen
Hoping it will send me a message
Or turn a very bright flashing green
Clicking my mouse hoping for presage
Of what the remaining day will contain
Looming long loaded with time slow to drain
Pen’s end holding lips together in vain
Gravity lackadaisically dragging
Brain dead motor skills slowly lagging
Behind the absorbed face consciousness flagging
Redundantly shuffling piles of things
Dreaming of many an fantasy fling
Hopefully the telephone will not start to ring

Tissue

Taking an interest in all post nasal drip
Decidedly useful when a cough lets rip
Dotting the landscape with delicate caress
Taken from brightly colored box on my desk
Sopping up the icky mess with a timid press
Hiding from sight the swollen noses all grotesque
Stopping no germs but dignifying a sneeze
Hopefully we won’t catch the new disease


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Highlighter

Halting the eye a beacon shining bright
Barely controlling the way importance excites
Dull black and white are given flashy veneer
Forcing reading monotony to subside here
Figures of phraseology our sight ignite
Marginal notes a new notation invite
Midst of apathy new hues bring no cheer
Irritating color instead says steer clear
Florescent frays nerves of all but the uptight
Burning vivid boring words revolution incites
Not with transparently tinted lines of text
Pretentious weight of nothingness has us all perplexed
Please assign these dittos to be shredded next
Documents drop dead as all interest wanes
Data slides right out if it does not pertain
Futile lines minds drain with no chance to entertain

Colored Gel Pens

Flowing smoothly without hitch
Bright bold lines of all hues which
Bring the business gray world back
From the edge of the void of black
With vivid colored bows tangled into
Makes us ball-points ever after rue
With memories of ink thick and brilliant
Buoys our working souls up makes resilient
Coloring cryptic words with flamboyant tint
Creative juices stirring with upper-case print
Calling back the joys of sunny childhood
No adult fears and being misunderstood
Serious life and work leave no room for dreams
With colored gel pens my inner child screams
Out with angry rebellion and defiance
Tired of dull mindless docile compliance
With writing sword of bold strokes and bright ink
Full of wrath and ire until I begin to think
Of warm home tv and couch which would not stay
If I followed dreams and gave up the day to day
So continual monotony is broken
With colored gel pens as a rebellious token

Filing

Feeling the weight of endless dull forms
Tucked in folders stacked waiting to transform
Into neat alphanumeric array
Easy to find and information convey
Giving meaning to mountains of details
Slowly burying me without coffin or nails
Relevance is dead only order is left
With no meaning filing leaves me bereft
So A becomes Z and 8-A is 3-C
Since meaningless order seems so bourgeoisie
Until tomorrow guilt comes and obsession retakes
Rectifying all today’s glorious mistakes
More piles of folders and infinite forms
How long would they burn to keep someone warm