I slid out of bed
ages ago, drove through the
dark muck to my work
Dark offices greet
I sit at my quiet desk
No boss yet, haiku!
Soon the drones file
in like disgruntled ants at
some crappy picnic
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2 comments:
Oh, this speaks to me.
The imagery is divine.
Of course, Doug wrote it.
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