Sitting

I’m sitting in my office chair,

wishing I was anywhere

but sitting in this damn hard chair

and staring out the window.

The phone is ringing off the hook,

it’s not for me – don’t even look.

Ignoring it is all it took,

to reinstate the quiet.

My butt feels like it’s breaking down,

squashed into a sideways frown.

Alone, despite my great renown,

I contemplate my options.

If this is all life has for me,

I think it’s better not to be

wasting time – I need to flee,

this torturous office  chair.