qwerty keys clicking,
rhythmically printing out lines and lines
of lives and the numbers associated with each.
There's the sound of the shuffling papers,
creaking file cabinets,
and the loud angry rumbling of the heater.
My tongue tastes like cheap envelope glue,
and down the hall I hear my boss mumble,
there's another policy that expires on this date
or about more calls about more numbers that are too expensive.
I can hear the tap tap tap of my foot,
followed by another stack of names and numbers.
Lunch is in two hours and after that I can go home in four.
Cheap envelope glue,
qwerty keys clicking,
and the electronic ring of a phone.
A winter job,
something to keep my hands occupied,
and my wallet filled for next semester.
But my mind is already set on 4:30.
The blissful time when I can shut down my computer,
go home and return to the laptop I love.
A new set of qwerty keys,
the job I wish I could do all day.
Escaping from the economic stopgap of insurance,
and returning to the true job.
However it's only 2pm now, I've daydreamed the day away
and there's eight more files that need to be ran through
before I can dream again.
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