The Working Dead

Can I break through it?

Worn down by another week
sacrificing precious time
to pay bills, eat and repeat

Two days
in that window of freedom
and I get lost in many ideas
but putting any of it into action
evades
as the recuperation
from the corporate ownership
eats up that time
and I live hidden
in my cramped little apartment

I'm certain an office dalliance
might help,
but like most things
only a pipe dream
that crosses lines
that appeal
most likely
only because
it would be frowned upon

And the truth is,
all the co-workers
are just as miserable
and any hint
of even the mildest flirtation
seems non-existent
in that toxic world

But there is that one cashier,
plump and juicy
in all the right places
with a laugh
that hints
that if pleasure
was offered,
she might bounce upon
that opportunity
with some enthusiasm

My inappropriate mind
just paged her to my office
to see if in fact
my suspicions might be fact

if only....