Corporate Sagas - Poems of Quiet Desperation

From: Baylee Steele
To: Lindsey Gustad
Subject: Too Much Crack-Gym?

Customer Service- a poem by Baylee Steele

Today a lady asked

If I thought she was an idiot.

I paused too long before

I replied.

I wasn’t trying to be rude.

It was just the shock of it.

And the lack of coffee in the corporate breakroom.

Devoid of anything joyous or motivating.

I wonder

Would we be better off

With a different kind of coke

In our machine?

The End.

BAM. Wrote a poem in 30 seconds. I’m a genius.

Want to go to the gym later?

*Tune in next week for: "Why Baylee Changed Her Major" or "When to Expect the Next Full-Fledged Meltdown." (Hint: It's soon)