Very Bad Archive
Woman at the Office
Bob Jones
She waits by the office door
To pounce and feed upon what shreds of self-esteem
Might still cling to my bruised and beaten bones
Day after dreaded day I enter
Cringing, ready to recoil from the silent assault
Of her mocking and accusing glare
“Good morning Bob” she hisses as I enter
A cruel lilt in her voice
A stabbing, staccato delivery in her words
Darkly, a shadow descends upon my soul
As I brace for what I know must follow,
The verbal coup de grace
“How are you?” she spits, softly
As if she cared, as if my very existence
Could elicit in her more than just a passing disinterest
Silence falls heavily,
Words come to mind, quickly discarded,
Time stops, breath suspended
In a space between heartbeats
I find the perfect rejoinder,
“Fine,” as I slink to my desk to suffer another painful day
Bob Jones has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Bob's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Bob's latest works: