acrostics

Patiently watching the clock,
Incarcerated in a cubicle void
Counting down the seconds til she can go back to
Kicking the worlds ass... She is

Meandering through the flat, stale tasks
Enervated, seeking a slight

Uplifting thought to help her make it through the
Perils of monotony slowly destroying her being. She escapes,


Passing through time present
In her toadstool-induced state, she
Chuckles at the sweetheart words imprinted in
Kaliedoscope snapshots atop the hydrants...

Memories provide the only outlet- the only
Escape from the mundane.

Unless of course you
Partake in the fungi before work...