As i sit in my cubicle
turning into an icicle
a thought strikes me as rather strange

For a head so void
and so constantly toyed
it should nt be surprising if i turn out deranged

As i wallow in my lassitude
silently berating my attitude
I realise im no more than a slug on the grass

For pointless i am, and ugly too
straining to fit the proverbial shoe
i realise i ll never be first class

Claustraphobiaaaaaaaaaa !!!

Claustraphobia is starting to hit !!!

Need to escape, even if for a bit. 

All the candles that were once lit

have started to go off bit by bit

as i sink deeper into this shit

i find my soul starting to split

left with nothing! No thought, no wit!

just an aching need to have my throat slit !!!