An Office Space Love Story by e.e.f.

Work: The Burglary of our Souls--A Stagnate Day in the Cubicle of Hell

Consider it not so deeply friend
There is no tribute or hand to lend
Thoughts like these will make us mad,
Confound us in our miserable fad.

We are practiced robots of our time
Laborious morons lacking sophic sublime.
So stake the claim of the android's lofty conception
An effulgent "case of the Mondays" affection.

For we cannot change our destiny
From 8-5 we rest in thee
Fuddled karma and archaic persuasion
Leads us to this destructive invasion

Beat on beat we gruel to the drum
Of other's demands and their hypnotizing hum.
Whose "fluke" choices to desensitize man?
This paltry living muddles the original plan.

Burn down this cubicle, set the computer on fire
Free this mind and my heart's desire.
In a 40 hour week what do I accomplish?
It sure aint work and this advertising niche.

Eight bosses to whom I respond. Who am I under?
Spread thin my loyalty, I am asunder.
Avoiding TPS reports and the nazi sales reps,
I spend 3 hours writing poetry and increasing bookish depth.

Has tradition caused you as well, to settle for this job,
Disguising your creative nukes and becoming the unchangeable slob?
Let's conquer this behavior, ordering a new pattern of perspective
A potential cubicle meltdown or a name change elective.

Flirt now with this proposition, (since I need to get paid)
We will change our inflection and impact the whole day
Stay with the 8-5 and what it entails
Just change the name and we'll work out the details.

I am no longer a skimpy "assistant"
(I'll maintain the daily duties just to be consistent)
But we'll change our title and exude some ambiance
Though, achieving this may require a seance.

At this moment be rid of trifling manure
Power and prestige and dignity is our lure
Send the pansies to the dime store industry
And we'll rock this world with a young funk ministry

It's evidence, it's tangible, not just an inkling of hope
The upgrade is enforced and the the title is dope
Pronounce it for me friends--do not fear
"Internal Optimization Infrastructure Engineer"

Normal duties will resound and dreary day lean
But hold that head high and know that we're a team.
What you represent is all that you are
And from this time such, freedom isn't that far!

(Disclaimer: Fellow MR'ers, take this with a grain of salt. I got nothing but luv for ya)