THE LIGHTS FLUORESCENT

On my last day
in a temporary position
in an office I hate
I have taken a four hour lunch
three mugs of aspirin
two reams of paper
and somebody’s iPod.

I did not want to be here in the first place
and this will ensure
that I never be invited back
where the pay is bad,
the coffee weak
and the lights fluorescent.

Surely,
I will miss the eight fifty an hour
the place to go after spotting dawn,
but was it worth it
to lose such substantial
segments of my soul?

Nope.
I’m out of this place
leaving a CV
of smeared feces
in case HR needs to reach me again.

I will return
if you invite me
so don’t.