Faster and with Alacrity

I don’t have a lot

of time today

to fill the page with

all sorts of

crazy words.

I’m a cubicle guy

with appointments

and meetings and

paper to push.

Coffee to drink and

hands to shake.

I’ve got my tie on,

tie clip too, ready

to make a good

impression on the

client.

The dastardly bit is

that I don’t really

care. The office life

makes the meaning

of my life somewhat

less than meaningful.

And yet I’m compelled

to hurry, to rush, to march

forward against my will

toward the towering cliffs

of mediocrity and graying

hairs.

I must go. I must get there.

What’s that boss?

I don’t have to go?

But…. the tie? I’m all

ready and dressed.

Won’t take long?

Not worth me going?

Cough… um… okay.

I’ll just sit here, and do

nothing because I

did everything

yesterday in anticipation

of the meeting.

I’ll just stare at these

cubicle walls and

try not to let myself

go crazy.

Hurry up,

to do

nothing.