Every Day in the Office

This office surrounds me with mediocrity

conversations are banal at best

I sink into my chair and try to fight the boredom

I take on some filing and lose

I look out the window at the office across the road

see endless reflections of myself

soul after soul at similar desks

clutching on to nothing

they never dreamt of this as a kid

a gang of three boys and a girl go past

they’re carrying crates of beer

lucky, young, free bastards

that girl will be crying by the end of the day

even the best male friend can break a girl's heart

the girls in this office are full of anxiety

all think they’re too fat

I’d fuck every single one of them

apart from the bitch of a boss

I do have some morals

lunchtime comes and there’s a stay of execution

there’s nowhere to go except the supermarket

the trolley collectors look blissfully happy

who argues with you over a trolley?

I sit in my car and eat my sandwiches

I’m surrounded by doppelgangers

all wondering where it went wrong

brushing the crumbs from their seats

I get back to the office

those damn kids are probably drunk now

that girl’s discovering what lies ahead from men

I’m sorting out the photocopier

I win the heartbreak stakes by a shade.