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
