Cuber: A Poem

Cuber

My cube is getting smaller
The sides are closing in
The guy across the half wall
Is coughing up some phlegm

The desk chair won’t adjust
My back is killing me
Says to push the lever
I did and thumped my knee


The coffee is so bitter
No TP in the stall
I need to win the lottery
To take me away from it all


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