a coworker told a joke today,
but when i didn't laugh
they told me to get a sense of humor,
to which i thought i had,
though admittedly i didn't know, for sure that is,
so i decided to make a conscientious effort to get a sense of humor
and laugh
and laugh
and laugh,
perhaps too much,
because now some other coworkers are complaining to hr,
and they're having a meeting about me on Monday
i can’t hear the background music i’m playing,
because a coworker is playing their own background music,
and it’s drowning out what i’m listening to,
what’s more,
i forgot to bring my earbuds into work,
so i suppose i’ll just listen to what my coworker likes to listen to,
thankfully, it’s not bad,
not bad at all
antoine, if you’re read this,
then know that i felt uncomfortable with your driving this morning,
weaving in and out of traffic like a moonraker
snorting cocaine
while eating processed sugary food, like Little Debbie’s
not to say that i think this poem will make you stop your reckless driving,
but i still feel it necessary to at least let you know;
it made me uncomfortable
Fred Aiken Writing 