Bored. Bored. Bored.

I am totally checked out for the day.

Here is a poem I wrote in a staff meeting this week.

Staff Meeting. A Poem of Despair.

A bunny came upon a building; 7 people sat in a conference room around a table meant for 25.
They talked around each other, over each other, through each other.
Language bouncing off, hitting walls, reflecting into faces.
Everyone trying to throw their speech higher, faster, harder.
The bunny fled away from the oversized table, the flinged words, the building.
The bunny fled into the road and was hit by a car.