A Workplace Waltz
by Maria Francesca
There's a door in the ceiling
above my desk chair
and I have a weird feeling -
What's hiding up there?
Is it bats out of Hell?
Could it be my successor
waiting to pounce on my word processor?
Or is it my boss -
lurking and spying,
checking to see if I'm shirking, defying
or using my brain on the company dime,
being creative on company time
blinking when nobody said that I could,
thinking and breathing and up to no good?
She looks on in dismay
as I'm changing the font on my resume -
Now I'm nervous
Not knowing is torture,
but maybe it's best
if I never find out -
learn to cope with the feeling
and live with the monster
that lives in my ceiling.
Author's Note: for Dana.
Posted on 05/01/2007
Copyright © 2023 Maria Francesca
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 05/01/07 at 03:17 PM|
I love this.... reminds me of the flick "Being John Malkovich"
|Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 05/01/07 at 05:17 PM|
Great! I used to have a hole in the ceiling above my desk at work, and wondered some of the same thoughts....
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/02/07 at 01:03 AM|
Hahahahah - well done - a good sense of the creepy with a good douse of humor. Thank you!