At my desk, the screen alive

Waiting for instructions

Peering at my emails,

While he's planning my destruction.

My arms feel tired, legs feel heavy

My head begins to ache

A gurgling noise from deep within

And my body starts to shake.

Boss man sits, quite unaware

While slowly I am dying.

Behind my desk I pass away

Yet no body is crying!

The lights go out, the room turns cold

I stand to walk away.

My legs give way, my arm falls off

I suppose I have to stay.

My tummy rumbles, dinner time!

My boss looks rather yummy.

I move towards him, raise a smile

Dive in and fill my tummy.

A tasty treat quite well deserved

For my dying was his doing.

I was literally bored to death

And its too late to be suing.

I'm the walking dead, a zombie girl

And I still work 9-5

The job description didn't state

That you had to be alive!

Charlotte Scadeng © July 2007