Squeaky chair

I open my eyes and stand up,

I walk and almost run,

I jump and almost fall on this late train.

I cared for my clothes and my hair,

I feed my colleagues and cheer my boss,

Yet my chair is squeaky,

But I will not sit for long.

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Office distribution

The static office
Leaves little room to the spacious personalities
of its inhabitants.
Little ants with black backs
Collect and reposition
Inert Objects within a superior map.
Protected by their hard exterior,
Their inner stay sky might remain untold
But always at reach.

Honesty coffee

And the crowd pretended not to know
The real reason behind the happenings.
Silent faces and thin smiles
Surround those who play dirty
And those who portray a reality
in sharp colours
Removing the tones that give joy
and meaning.
The expected reaction is easy to give
yet painful to live
as a sweetener in the coffee
It fools you for only a little while
While it makes you thrive for honesty.