White Collar AABB AABB

Over the desk I hunch
Stale popcorn I munch
Keyboard letters linger
on the tips of my fingers

There's a crook in my spine
where my neck is misaligned
and the spread of my rear
goes on for a year

My boss I adore
and it's barely a chore
to try not to look hurt
when he calls women "skirts"

What happened to that girl so proud?
Never afraid to live life out loud
She's somewhere underneath my desk
daydreaming all alone, I guess

I'll check to see if she's still alive
Just as soon as the clock hits "five."