Random Poem Fun with words

The office is a tiny orifice

where ant-like people work

arriving in morning commute

and leaving by five o clock.

 

Little women and men, faces tightly pressed

from outside of the glass every business day

stretch their tongue for the crumbs of the cake of power

in their own little people way

every minute of the hour.

 

Office politics is raw meat

left inside an office drawer

mixed with office odors reeks

like a skunk in the shower

 

Small women and men with this and that

they talk and whisper he said she said

and work side by side and bit by bit

and was by was and is Mr, Mrs and Miss

not at all bothered at the very least

by the busy maggots of office politics.