POEM - Best Day at Work: An Imagination

Something that never happens

Is doing what you really want

While punching the clock

For some corporate machine

Not really, not totally

Sure you might have a good day

But on that good day there were missing parts

It was still business casual

You weren’t in your pajamas

You couldn’t eat your food in a recliner

With the TV running a Lord of the Rings marathon

Even if they did buy lunch

Even if you got a raise

Even if you got coddled and schmoozed

You had to get up

Get dressed

Leave your house

And pretend to have manners

But what if . . .

Maybe today is the day I roll in the pinball machine

Right into the corner of my office

There’s plenty of room for it

And the mini-fridge

Full of Blenheims

            Almond Snickers

            Cheese cubes

                        And Ben and Jerry’s in the freezer

Oh, and I’m wearing flip-flops

Not to mention my jean shorts

I’ll go ahead and wear a button-up plaid

I wear those anyway

But I’m singing along

To every song

Right out loud

That pumps out from the speakers

Attached to the record player

            Did I mention the record player?

Yeah, that sounds better

And lunch will be provided

And we will be going on a “sales call”

To the movie theater

Popcorn and nachos and an Icee

All on the expense account

By the way I am moving my office

I prefer the one with the window

That looks out over the pond

And I will spend each afternoon

Catching up on my Netflix

That queue isn’t gonna watch itself

Join me if you’d like

We’ll hook into the conference room projector

There’s cold sodas in the cooler

Comfy chairs

Great speakers

Looks like it’ll be X-Files for the next 3 hours

Gotta leave by no later than four

If I want to get a solid six hours in today