The Corporate Life

Stand up and leave, run out to that warm sunshine filled with the breezy Fall chill...
but I stay, nailed down to this swivel chair, staring out at the world that teases me so.
Apparently, I'm a miracle worker around here, one that gets no love,
one that will blow away if these fools that be are not careful.
She leaned against my desk and said, "Hey, you can stop the telemarketers from calling me?"
What my head was thinking would have gotten me that flight to the outside world
but I smiled and said, "Hey, ok, whatever you say."
Sometimes it's bothersome bending over so much,
"Here do this" while they ram it up my ass and be sure to smile.
It's beautiful outside!  Why does it torture me so?
If I had a sledgehammer, the first thing I would do is smash this phone
and then I think I would go after their bobbing heads.
I know...
Grab my purse, wave my hand on my way out, see how fast before they start running.
I think I walk out of here in my head on a daily basis...
If I had the power, I would tell everyone to get over their corporate bullshit.
None of it means a damn in the end anyway.  Who cares?
She leaned over my desk and said, "I just saved your ass," and winked at me.
I wanted to slash her face off but I smiled like a good monkey
and prepared my ass for another gray carpet probe.
But, hey, I'm not angry...
I'm never angry...
I perform miracles!