(by request: people who show up late to meetings with Starbucks coffee in their hands)
His collar is perfect,
His tie sublime,
But our meeting started
At quarter to nine.
I know that he’s more
Up the ladder than I,
But I can’t help but feel
That I want him to die.
I break my neck
Every single a.m.
To be here by eight
Or I hear it from him.
Yet yonder he cometh
At nine and a half
With Starbucks in hand,
Soy latte half caf.
Niiiice! Sounds like a few coworkers I know. Of course, whenever they come in to the meeting with their Starbucks in hands, they just stare back at us and ask “what?”