Office Life

Jokes far worse than Dilbert

make my face contort like Gilbert Grape;

squinting, blinking, mouth agape.

A tape recording on repeat

the same jokes start to grate.

Office life and office people,

officially lifeless, dull bulb people.

Computer screens and squinting eyes,

tea breaks and a slow demise.

Thirty years in the same shit job

that you pretend is important

and you pretend you love.

Thirty years in the same shit job

that you pretend has meaning,

and you pretend you love.

I could repeat it forever

like you repeat every day

what you do repeatedly

for the rest of your days.

Office people, office life,

going home to your little wife.

Words to file,

words not to be seen,

words to file

that don’t mean a thing.

Words to me are like oxygen

and black print hidden for twenty years

is a waste of air.

The green house effect

to be direct is the butterfly effect.

For every book a tree loses a limb

and the death of creativity starts to begin.

Office life and office people,

officially lifeless, dull, dull people.

Office life and office people,

lose their dreams to richer people.

Thirty years in the same shit job

that you pretend has meaning,

that you pretend you love.

Thirty years in the same shit job,

that you pretend has meaning,

that you don’t really love.