I’ve sworn off cubicle life
sitting in front of a screen.
Many emails mean
I have to stay up late
studying spreadsheets
of a growing predicament,
my destiny to telecommute,
weekend from home.
I’ve sworn off cubicle life
in a windowless room
tracing a mouse across
the horizon of my desktop,
menu bars bloom instant messages,
the person on the other side of the aisle
reports to a manager who wants to fire me.
Freedom!
No more idiot project managers!
No more conference calls!
No more M&Ms washed down with
cups of coffee to keep going!
At home, I ditch the T.V. Ha, ha, ha.
It can no longer monitor me.