7.21.2009

white collar

Steady drone of paper
fed into the printer
lights that aren't too bright
or too dim
cubicles assorted in
different colors
and here I sit
pretending.

Pretending that
the world's okay
but it's not.

Pretending that
I'm important
but I'm not.

Just part of a microcosm
epitomizing the world.

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