Cube Farming

This is actually one I wrote a couple years back when I still worked at ADC. I believe this is an excellent commentary on the plight of the lowly cube farmer.



It seems like each day is passing me by
people walk past my cube and don't even say "hi"

Pointing and clicking, shifting & twitching
I'm truly fed up with all the incessant bitching

Consistantly boring, oh damn, was I snoring?
Seems rather obvious, but I'd rather be scoring

There are 214 squares on the conference room ceiling
and if you check out the corner there's a little paint peeling

You want me to do what? You just can't be serious
You must be insane or a tad bit delirious

I'm not doing that, it isn't my job!
Why can't you do it, you damn dirty slob?!!

It's quite an easy task, but I really don't like you
so I'll delay for a week, just so I can spite you

Will that be a problem? I really don't care
Go stick your head in that shredder right over there

Another phone conference? I think I may doze
But at least you can't see me picking my nose

You're obnoxious, obese and your voice is grating
You can bet I don't think of you when I'm masturbating

Every word that your speaking is a huge load of crap
STEP THE F#@K OUT MY CUBE 'CUZ I THINK I MAY SNAP!!!

-Random-