Poem: Small Talk

A poem about small talk at work, the start and end of the week isn’t so bad, but what do you do in the middle…

If it’s Monday, that’s easy: You say
“How was your weekend?”
And on Friday try: “So, any plans
for the weekend?”

But the rest of the week offers
no prompts. It’s so easy to get
lost. A fucking nightmare really,
So you just keep your head down

and, ugh, do work…But be sure to hit
Mondays and Fridays like they ow
you money. They’re the big paydays
In the topsy-turvy world of small talk.