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.
