no need for the quid, destined for the cake sale tin;
there’s a PayPal link in the all staff email— fees apply.
and that leaving card is online, too, so keep your biro.
there’s a whole bunch of hole punches gathering dust
you can put it with, just next to the gunless staples.
dump printers and telephones, before patience ends
on skin and bones, the most unoptimised of machines.
all these cables lead to nowhere, you know; they’re all
VGA in the age of HDMI. hanging on like the old USB.
first they came for the PC towers and I said nothing,
because I found my laptop largely more convenient,
but now I’ve never had so many places to dock while
feeling so unmoored. and the desks are so bloody hot
that no one can bear to sit at them.
so I’ll never believe the lies spread by big ergonomics
about why eyes sting in the unnatural, overhead light.
Uncultured Review 