Co WorkersA Poem by ChristineI was part of the conversation without being part of the
conversation I used the s****y bathroom to avoid being seen I left wondering if they were wondering why I wasn't talking (or worse to find that they didn't notice I wasn't talking) I came back to take refuge in a cubicle (and when I say ‘refuge’ I mean imprisonment) I scored weed for the night I felt accomplished (And when I say 'accomplished' I mean incapable) I work with women They’re talking about purses (and when I say 'purses' I mean 'nothing') They’re talking about 'nothing' (Do they know? Does
anyone ever know?) © 2014 ChristineReviews
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