Carol eats sandwiches in her office
occasionally she’ll poke her head out
and tell me I’m doing a bad job tearing tickets
She plays solitaire on her computer
Thousand Island dressing dribbling down her chin
and she’s right
I am bad at my job
I’m writing this poem
when I should be tearing tickets
and I’m gonna steal her pickle
when she leaves the room
© 2009 Lee Kitzis
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