Oh office, sweet office,

Home away from home

I may be a novice

But from you I'll never roam

There is something so fun

About this swivel chair

Getting taller, getting smaller,

Spinning with the breeze in my hair

The keyboard is my piano

That click-clack of the keys

This is my instrument that I play

I'm the new Debussey

The odor of the printer

Is something fresh and sweet

The fresh warm printed paper

Is my favorite weekday treat

There is no company I'd rather have

Than that of my fellow employees

We chat about love, and lack thereof

And share our secret recipes

The dresscode is my bible

I follow it to a T

There is no better feeling

Than to be clad in fresh kakhis

The meeting room is holy ground

Where we break off in teams

And plan to increase work efficiency

By ignoring our hopes and dreams

My exercise goals are secondary

But I am on a mission

My Fitbit gets no action--

Sitting is my one position

When Friday comes, it's a funeral march

We all dress in black

And mourn the day and kneel and pray

That we can soon come back