what am i doing here?

when i shuffled papers

in an office

for a few long years,

staring at the clock

that hardly moved,

i drank too much,

ate bad food.

stayed out late in my

wrinkled suit.

i had many 

sleepless nights.

it wasn't work, it wasn't

anything i wanted

to do.

till this day i can't even

explain what it was

that i did.

no clue as to the job

that i was hired to do.

if you put a gun to my head

i couldn't explain it.

i just remember leaving,

quitting,

cleaning out my desk and

handing in my badge,

then waving goodbye

as security walked me out.

a stapler in the pocket

of my pants.