High up on the far back wall
in the back of the factory
where I sell my free time
is a constellation of dirt, chipped paint
and cobwebs
forming the shape
of a bear
lounging in a hammock
I have coworkers who insist
that it's a monkey,
trapped in a net
but they are wrong.
It's clearly a bear
Ursa Somniculosa,
or, as the layman may call it
the Little Napper
No matter where I am on the floor,
I can see him hanging there in his hammock
enjoying his perpetual vacation
maybe sipping on a nice tall beer
soaking up the sun -
not being a trapped monkey
like all of us down here
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
High up on the far back wall
in the back of the factory
where I sell my free time
is a constellation of dirt, chipped paint
and cobwebs
forming the shape
of a bear
lounging in a hammock
I have coworkers who insist
that it's a monkey,
trapped in a net
but they are wrong.
It's clearly a bear
Ursa Somniculosa,
or, as the layman may call it
the Little Napper
No matter where I am on the floor,
I can see him hanging there in his hammock
enjoying his perpetual vacation
maybe sipping on a nice tall beer
soaking up the sun -
not being a trapped monkey
like all of us down here
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