Co Workers

Co Workers

A Poem by Christine

I was part of the conversation without being part of the conversation


I used the s****y bathroom to avoid being seen


I left wondering if they were wondering why I wasn't talking

(or worse to find that they didn't notice I wasn't talking)


I came back to take refuge in a cubicle

(and when I say ‘refuge’ I mean imprisonment)


I scored weed for the night

I felt accomplished


(And when I say 'accomplished' I mean incapable)


I work with women


They’re talking about purses

(and when I say 'purses' I mean 'nothing')


They’re talking about 'nothing'


(Do they know? Does anyone ever know?) 

© 2014 Christine


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Talking about purses is the worst. Scoring weed is an accomplishment.

I like this one. These are the best people. Some people for sure know.

Posted 10 Years Ago


The Twin Arenas

10 Years Ago

great first line, as well.
This one is fun to read. I like the witty way of describing dealing with bland people. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


very clever........
great question..........the answer is simple.........you must know!
awesome poem.....
i loved it!!!
:)

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on December 31, 2014
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Christine
Christine

Boston, MA



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