The Chron in the Cubicle

Wha' you do all day in your cubicle?
Truly your jobs AIN'T too suitable.
Inserting figures into their database?
Givin' your brain thoughts much too commonplace.

But,
You'll read The Chron. of Higher Ed.
Sitting by an orange in a paper towel.
Lunch to digest, but energy dead,
Dead as the message boards. Muse on tao.

Cube life, very poor choice considerin'
The wings of Quetzlcoatl aren't flitterin'.
No one's holding a gat to my retina,
But I'm the admin in charge of us gettin' a

Copy of The Chron. of Higher Ed.
Next to my Catbert Post-It Note set.
Dissolve to black. I'm in the red.
Revolving door option now bowed to debt.

--Keddiz