Less Gets Done in the Office

Less gets done in the office.

You condemn the commute
when traffic stalls
and your gas runs low
and the radio won't talk about it.

Less gets done in the office.

So you blame the lack of control
on the whims of your peers
and their great ideas
and all the fun you have together.

You know the struggle to find quiet spaces; private discussions happen in a hole you call a phonebooth.

You enter Clark Kent
and exit Lois Lane
and that's obvious,
though no one knows but you.

I’d get more done in a casket.

I work from home for me

Sometimes I wake up five hours before the sunrise and sometimes I don’t because I was awake until then. My music sounds better bouncing off the walls I pay too much to keep. I write music when I’m bored. I mix every meal with fresh vegetables from my own goddamn fridge.

I work from home for me

I walk my kids to school. I enjoy the walk home alone. I pick them up and we take our time because that’s all we have to spend. I kill the commute to claim twenty one days worth of moments that’d I’d never trade for another’s capital gain.