Issues

ISSUES

We whine about work
We yammer about bosses
We squeak about
how the complexities
Of the roles we assume inside
This two-doored, four-walled
War-cage
Make us almost vomit.
We catch gossips
Hurled in the air from all directions
Like bombs hitting us
And exploding like stinky Poop.
We chatter
Of dirty kitchens and
Wild outbursts in British accent
and sometimes
Smile at british sarcasm we
Couldn't grasp in an instant
- Like a meerkat
That goes 'kruk kruk kruk'.
We talk about love and sex
Everyday during smoke breaks
As if the stories never end like
The cigarettes we consume.
We talk of boobs and boners,
Of Newcomers and blabbers,
Of Gold-diggers and
boyfriend/girlfriend-grabbers
Like a recently watched
Soap on primetime tv.
We breathe huge heaps of air
On the fifth
And face in front of a pc
On the twelfth
Only to breathe a greater amt of air
As if air would give us the energy
To carry on.
We are balloons
Puffed and puffed
Ready to go boooom.
We complain
But we work anyway
and never give anything
less than our best.
At times, we have issues
But resolve them anyway.
We applaud ourselves for
The little things we
Feel we triumphed on
and pat each others back
when one does well.
It feels like a 5 yr old
All over again
Rewarded with a vanilla ice cream
When a rare compliment comes by.
We lift each others spirits
Because no one else raises
A glass for us but ourselves.
We have laughter for lunches
And a cold set of beer reserved
After work on days when our
Wallets have enough to spare.
We have allowed a space
In our hearts for what we do
Though hours come by
when we'd ask
If our job could ever love us back.
We learned. We matured. We loved.
And together
We inhale and exhale toxic.
We've been hurt.
We've cried. -
For not being listened to.
We've got our hearts pounded.
We've rebelled.
- For things we felt worth standing for. Then we whine again.
We are big whiners with each other.
And then we laugh again
- reminiscing the good ol days-
And get back to work
Pouring our heart n soul
- Like beleaguered soldiers
In a seemingly eternal battle
Always looking out for that
Spark that promises an end
To this long dreary night