IM DOING GREAT, HOW BOUT YOURSELF? WOW, THE WEATHER SURE IS NICE. truth is i wanna see the secretary naked and i think about jumping off the roof

collared shirt buttoned up to the top, fashioned to perfection with a skinny tie of the opposite color,
enter the hallway, catch eyes, give a smile and a nod,
hold the door open for someone, the soft spoken thanks
wait in the punch card line, get lost in the meaningless robotics of
hey hows it going, its going good, how bout yourself, doing good thanks, good to hear it
office space, secretary smiles and little non abrasive compliments,
phone calls, hello there operator this is daniel copeland calling from so and so, how are you doing this morning, oh, great, thats good to hear,
timed breaks, smokers circle, how bout this weather eh? sure is nice aint it!
he was a good employee, kept to himself, seemed real nice,
put in his input in meetings but otherwise quite quiet,
they'd never think
that when i put out that cigarette butt and step back into the office,
i fantasize about bullet holes and buckets of blood,
phones off the hook and suits and dresses laying limp on bodies on the floor,
chain smoke on breaks, clock out,