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Tedium Cubed
by Chris Sorrenti
each work day
my cubicle awaits me
a small box lost
amid a hundred other boxes
somewhere within a mountain of rectangles
a cup of Colombian
to jump start the old brain cells
fire up my computer
and away I go again
sorting documents into sub-folders
of sub-folders of folders
cross-referenced into other sub-folders
and as I do
can’t help my mind from wandering
and wondering
where this fits into the greater scheme
is this what the big boss envisioned
when founding the universe?
is there ever bafflement at what he’s created?
specks of insignificance toiling away
unable to tell one day from the next
till that fateful hour
we all must punch out
© 2000
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02/23/2006 Posted on 02/23/2006
Copyright © 2026 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/24/06 at 06:34 AM Ah yes, a prairie dog field. When something happens heads pop up from all over the place.
Good poem Chris I too liked the last lines....Charlie |
| Posted by Ann Krischus on 02/24/06 at 10:24 AM what a fresh perspective...your question is asked from an angle most never considered. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 02/24/06 at 06:43 PM Tedium indeed... that begs a bigger question. I like the subtlety of how you introduced the "bigger question." |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 02/25/06 at 08:38 PM ...which is why I sometimes write poetry from my cubey, Chris! On my coffee break, of course.... d;-) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/04/06 at 01:29 AM You catch the tedium of the workday world exceptionally well in this poem.
The challenge is to keep one's daily work in proper perspective to what one views as his real raison d'etre. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/30/09 at 06:51 PM So Sartrelike. I kept thinking of existential angst, the potential deadening effect of ritual in general, and ... how much the rest of us depend on those specks doing their work so we get our next check or service. In a speck... eternity? |
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