Office (an acrostic poem)

 

Obviously moving out of his cubicle was kind of a big thing

Furniture could stay though.  Joe was moving on up.

Full boxes piled high, he snaked through the doorway

It felt good to put his stuff on top of his desk

Couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he was able to close the door

Even though this kingdom was small, it was his and only his

 

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Clutter (an acrostic poem)

Counting the number of tchotchkes lying around his desk

Lee chuckled at his little army

Under his desk was at least another box or two of them

To think at one time they personalized his cubicle

That was before he was laid off this morning

Eventually he would have to find a place for them at home

Realizing he had no space for them there, he left them there as a grave marker

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