shirking.

procrastinate procrastinate
it's all i ever do
and yet, i never put off
a chance to think of you.

working late.

let me just clarify, working late -
it's you i hate.
i know, i know -
i've been a tease
i've led you on, but please -
now i must communicate
it's you i hate.
yes yes, i guess,
i've let you rock
me right around that office clock,
but it's time to find another date
so let me re-articulate -
it's you i hate.

phoning it in.

hours and hours of conference calling
nothing could be more appalling-
awkward, static-fused discussion
leaves me with a mild concussion,
or maybe just a sense of numb-ness
at our tele-phonic dumbness.

meeting/eating.

while it's wonderful that we get a free lunch
i'd rather hear the meeting than the sound of you crunch.

inebri-hated.

oh drunk kids downstairs, i implore thee!
shut your sloppy traps up, alright?
i get it, you totally adore me --
but you serenade me every night.

if you insist on trying to woo me
some advice on how to proceed -
learning something wittier than,

"Fuck you!"

"no, Fuck You!!!!"

would be refreshing indeed.

wrong on the money

economy economy
why dost thou suffer so?
oh right, it's that lobotomy
you had five months ago.

economy economy
why dost thou hurt me, yo?
i thought i had autonomy
but when you suck, i blow.