My Office Is a Meat Locker
My office is a meat locker.
We could hang a hog in here for a week.
It would not become rancid or even warm.
My office is a meat locker.
I am dressed in long underwear
And four sweaters in eighty-eight-degree weather
My office is a meat locker.
The custodian is my best friend now.
She comes in here to cool off.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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