Whose cubes these are I think I know,
His mansion’s in the West Hills though.
He will not see me sitting here,
Making his software business grow.
My new cubemate bathes once a year,
He’ll stop without a lunch break near.
Stale corn nuts he will intake,
And rant six inches from my ear.
The top execs? They’re on the take.
Each ex-wife owns [...]



