Analysis of The Office

As I walk in the office 

It’s filled to the brim

Semicolons, ranters and “I wanna be slims”

The music is somber and smooth

It does no help

For the edge doesn’t soothe

As I’m called to the back

My heart starts to slack

Because I see a pile of toys

Because there’s melancholy to these plastic
joys

I think of the kid
Little 9-year-old Syd

She screams and she tweaks

But her heart is still weak

I think of her mom

Tired and unaware

Baby’s personality the meds don’t spare

I think of the boy who wears hoodies in summer

He scratches his sleeve

His skin starts to grieve 

But he’ll one day see beauty in scars

I think of Alexia

The kids call her “rexia”

But her friends call her the hot one

I think of John

Who should be gone

But his mom walked in on time

I think of Carter

Who broke up with Mandy

After Auntie Sue walked in the room

And caught him cuddling Randy

I think of Beth

Who looks like death

And smells like last night’s shots

I think about Frank

Who works at the bank

And has two kids and a wife

The house is unhappy

Due to the white displayed

On his pockets knife

The music is somber

I can’t take it no longer

But the office still feels like home.