the office sits still  
the tremble of it's hands  
the glitch of days within

i walk down some hall  
and a man passes me by with a mop and bucket
i feel the water lick my leg, i feel the grip of hands on it's handle  
though it stays where it is

someone drills an unreadable sign to the wall and i feel the screws dig to my bones  
though they stay where they are placed

i walk through my office door  
they're dismantling my computer  
a piece within it cracks  
and i fall to the floor  
a tool