Lunch

written 12/3/2009 about summer 2009

Ya shoulda seen me yesterday;
I ate my lunch alone.
Instead of Ivory Tower,
I resigned on Ivory Throne.

Ya shoulda seen me yesterday;
At odds and out of tune -
I left the cafeteria
To sit in Women's Room.

The pinstripe men of morning
(And the high-heeled women too)
Were such lackluster company
I opted for the loo.

Don't judge or dare to discount
My taste in lunch locale.
I'd sooner ingest feces
Than feign a high morale.

They chit-chit chitter chatter
As they talk about themselves
Who-slept-with-who and whoknowswhat
Within the personnel.

I can't believe my 9 to 5
Renders every ounce of gall.
If you had to work here, people,
You'd be down in the next stall.