Corporate Blues

I worked for a year at the corporate office of Fossil watches as an inventory specialist. The building we were in had several offices and I saw all the little ants slaving for their dollars.  The computer tech was a great friend who told me all her issues.  She would sit next to me and shop or play Monopoly while she was supposed to be doing her job.  She came in crying about her cat and I wrote this poem that day at lunch.  I was writing about myself too (crunching the numbers) and everyone who has to do the awful commute and torturous workdays...but at least for now we have the choice to make our money...