Office

There is a field where we battle

With only words and behaviours.

It is the test of your mettle

Searching a crack in the armour.

We all face it day after day

Forced to come back into the fray.

Hone your patience, and gather strenght

To be ready for the next fight.

Behind the desk, you can hear things

Petty and small, about the works

And you could cry, rage or sing

Or do your job like a clockwork...