Vagabond facilitator rounds another bend,
Stopping to allow a forklift by.
Sunshine coordinator dodges the daily
Paper barrage, but does it in the end.
You are supposed to prosper, thrive
Even, while your best nine hours slip away.
Quid pro the rest of your life,
But after years you may not feel alive.
A salad-bar lunch filters through
Before your allotted break. Do you
Risk leaving your desk or suffer
Gastronomic distress for an hour or two?
Are we better off than the rice tenders?
Do we get more out of life?
When the boss has 20 requests, do you
Kick back and say, “OK, I’ll send her?”