You made it to work! 

And damn does your hair looks fly, 
Now, you sit at desk. 

Then, turn on lamp. 
Thank you lamp! 
Now I can see.
Next parts up to me. 

Computer, you fiend! 
You dare to guffaw and hiss,
you can be replaced. 

Typing in the dark,

I’m tyrannized by clutter. 

I must… clean it up.

I can win this day,

If only there was order,

I’d email the pope. 

I cannot be stopped! 

Perhaps, I’m superhuman. 
They ought to pay me…

Is it important? 
suddenly I’m notified! 
Ring. Ding! Rattle, Beep.

Dearest agenda, 

Guide us to some clarity. 
Lord knows, we need it.

Business Objectives? 

Is all of this not for me? 

Perhaps, I should leave.

Am I much older? 
Or do I somehow work here, 
Where time just stands still. 

Zach Saul
Product, User Experience, & Interface Designer
zachsaul.com
Sunset Enthusiast & Freud Apologist