197 - Ennui

The corporate world is dull

The lights are all the same

People speaking in hushed tones

There's an stench of unaired blame

There's no colour on the walls

Just one big open floor

We while away the hours

And we all long for the door

The carpet's very clean

But there are odd stains on the chairs

We've got air-conditioned desks

And lots of unfriendly stares

We eat lunch at our desks

The sandwiches are chewy

And through the daily grind

We can't escape the ennui

Hot-desking is the norm'

But we can't remember all the names

We work together but don't talk

We'd rather be playing games

We can't look at our 'phones

Just stare mindlessly at our screens

And deep down inside our souls

We scream and scream and scream

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From a Facebook challenge by Killian Grey.

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume Two, available from the Shop!