I think the company next door
May be a sham company like in the movie "Boiler Room"
Since the old company that was there closed down and moved out
A new company moved in with no furniture
And they changed their name four times.

I wish the company down the hall never moved in either
We had to get rid of the ping-pong and foosball tables.

A lady in my office,
a cross between MargeSimpson
and Susan from DesparateHousewives
asked me where the button was.
She wanted to make a photocopy.
But it was a laser printer.

It looks like poetry.
But it doesn't read like poetry.
It's just a bunch of sentence fragments.
Complete with capitalized first word and period at the end.
But that's ok.
It's kind of how I write normally.
Though in those cases mostly for reading effect.
Unlike now, which is to make it look more interesting.
I'm just too lazy to reword it all in limerick form.
Or rhyme.
Or haiku.
Or iambic pentameter.
Those will come later.

Maybe.

I think that it's time to buy.
All those things that I wanted.
Or at least would like to have.
But didn't get for Christmas.

This year's gonna suck.
I can feel it.
All my plans and goals.
All for naught.
What brings a smile to my face.
Will be stripped away.
All the promised opportunites.
Met with resounding disappointment.
All the false starts are coming.
My lazy undisciplined arse will be my undoing.
Nothing was ever good enough anyways.
Happy for so little yet never ever satisfied.
Maybe I'll become an artist.