Clickety-clack go the keys
As I walk around the room
There’s a dull cough, a sneeze
When I walk around the room
I hear the low complaints
As I squeeze around the chairs
The carpet bears food stains,
Coffee spills, flimsy tears.
I stop by a chatty crowd and I
Talk to a few mindless heads
Smiling, holding back a sigh
At the chatter of the talking heads
My clique talks the future loudly
In a manner that draws eyes
We wear our badges proudly
As leaders, ignoring the eyes
We swoop past people
Importantly, we laugh,
Coldly over a shake, a steeple,
Nods and low coughs
We look at each other
Scoffing comfortably in
The irrelevance, the bother
Of those who matter less
Slowly the smiles turn plastic
And faces begin to turn away
As if I were slow, a little thick-
Skulled, and utterly wasteful
They swoop past me
Importantly, they laugh
Coldly, and wear proudly
Their badges of importance
Circles of influence have formed
Near and around me with
Their backs towards me, turned
To a star of influence.
Someday, I whisper and go home.
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