"I Think You Need A Hug"
Office man, he’s pretty great.
He so committed, he’s never late.
Loves his job, though he’s sometimes blurry
As he confronts his cube with a touch of fury
At least he’s cool, not some tricky fool
Dreams of Porsches and drinks by a deep blue pool
Listens to tunes to make anyone swoon
Eats his lunch with a silver spoon
Look at line 4, right there above
Ain’t no joke, there’s really no love
Please throw our office man a bone
Simply get off his back and leave him alone.
The poem above represents most everyone who endures cube life. Isn't there more?