I sit at my desk

Cafe Society
1

I sit at my desk
Of glaze gloss candy colored plastic
Musing the approaching… and
running in the sun
I’ve morphed myself; big girl
Swimming in Mom’s business suit
Ready to acquire flight

I sit at my desk
Armed with caffeine
Pondering the future
Wondering whose in charge
I’ve morphed myself; camouflaged
Rebellious hairs tamed awry
Observing hours go by

I sit at my desk
Armed with mistakes-misapprehension-misidentify-misunderstanding-missed-
My life.
Pondering the past- the approaching
Wondering whose in charge
Life morphed myself; from a dreamer
Wrinkles-Smoke
Wishing I had done more

then sit at my desk

2

Why that there is a poem, I believe. Yep, a poem.

3

What three words were we supposed to use again?

4

*Rebellious hairs tamed awry
*
doesn’t make any sense. you can stick commas after hairs and tamed and possibly get away with it.
Wondering whose in charge

who’s

I give you credit for possibly goofing off on the Man’s time, though.

5

That’s nice, dear. :slight_smile:

6

than?

Not sure if you meant than instead of then.

I liked your poem tho, and if you truly wrote this while at work, I commend you for getting paid to write poetry,

7

Needs more cowbell.

8

We’re putting new coversheets on all the TPS reports before they go out now. So if you could go ahead and try to remember to do that from now on, that’d be great.