I recently started work at a law office here in the San Francisco Bay area. The office is pretty quiet, and since I’m a newer hire they aren’t yet comfortable with giving me anything terribly important to do. So in my copious amounts of free time, I have started doing a little writing (Plus, they completely restrict all access to the internet). First, the haikus:

the office people
in oakland along the lake
have no work for me

did you know there is
a firm in san francisco
named low, ball and lynch?

when my boss returns
she shall serve something sublime
time like laser beam

great wall calendar
you can be seen from space, yet
my day feels longer

And, the limerick:

there once was a stack on my desk
filled with diseases of chests
I don’t mean to be rude
but gosh darn it, here’s proof
that mesothelioma congests!

The moral: GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO OR I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE THIS SHIT.