Work Haiku

My old, fat colleague
Your smell makes me so nauseous
Sardines and BO

sleeping with my boss
not my wisest idea
but my favourite

I attend meetings
I read spreadsheets and reports
Still do not get it

Defining my job
seventeen syllables is
so appropriate

Peeking over wall
stop shaking the cubicle!
Earthquake game ended

happy, joyful days
there is vodka in my desk
Work time means barfing

years of life wasted
in quiet desperation
a cubicle hell

the fat man, my boss
patiently, I sit waiting
for his timely death

Milton inspires
just courage and some matches
this office will burn

the boss is pushed hard
in front of a moving bus
just a dream. for now.