Curled into unnatural, broken-cell boxes
Without rounded corners, no comfort at all
Breath stale, mutant air within
The grass grows up from the grey lifeless carpet
A bird taps on the window. Tap. Tap-tap. Come-out.
Ergonomics become the shoulder of the mountain
Which molds to your carbon body in ways
That synthetic polymer resin can never.
The infrastructure of your thoughts needs an update
A downgrade, something else.
Focus area, ROI, TCO, initiative?
Falls on ears that have become petals of some strange flower.
The graph illustrates only the percentage of time that is wasting.