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A haiku made in the office by someone who’s been stuck in a cubicle for so long they can’t think straight. It’s about coffee, bad coworkers, and the printer that always eats your paper.
I drink coffee like it’s my job. My boss talks too much. The printer hates me.
This cubicle is my jail. My coworkers are my jailers. I need a break.
My coffee is weak. My boss is loud. My life is a haikubicle.