I was inspired to write a poem…this just flowed out nearly complete. I gave it a couple seconds of proofing, but I wanted to preserve the raw feel of it, so here it is.
Background- My IRL name is Steve, and my ‘friend’ always precedes his stupid questions when I am incredibly busy by saying “hey, steve?” in the same stupid drawling tone. It’s a running joke around the building because everyone hears how he does it 20x a day.
He is also extremely nosy and an idiot. 
No profanity (sorry, pitizens), but chock full o’ derision.
officle-mate
a poem by pantheon
he looms over me
not that close
but so large
so curious
his hungry eyes
suck in every detail
like a blackhole of esteem
my dress
my mannerisms
my monitor
my visitors
my conversations
he almost dog-whines
oh! unbearable anticipation
wondering what I will do next
why does he stare
why is he so hungry
for any crumb of me
i can feel
his saucer-like eyes
aglow with dumb animal longing
bleak with long animal dumbness
his cold breath
wafts down the back of my neck
chilling my backbone
making my fingers
stumble on the keyboard
its just the AC blowing!
beat, heart, beat
and then it comes
the dreaded pause
of preparatory inhalation
the smell of over-clocking and
gears turning the wrong way
gathering of speech energy…
desperately I try to earmark
where I am on every item
in the slippery stack
of my multitasking
racing, panicking,
time, give me time!
knowing
I won’t be quick enough
that all active threads
will
be terminated
before i can even…
“hey, steve?”
