Adventures In the Office
There was something wrong with me.
During the meeting,
I felt like going to a square
and swinging.
I tried to concentrate
but I was thinking
if the fact of not having vices
it would no longer be an addiction either.
When everyone left the room,
worried about their laptops and reports,
I still stayed there for quite a while.
Couldn't hit a single clip
in the wastebasket.
There are days I don't know what the problem is.
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