I get sick and congested

With my office life

Blowing old allergen air

Through the HVAC system

Suffocating in my desk chair

Shielding my eyes from the screen

As low as I can get the brightness

Eventually having to hold my breath

And barely escape on a Friday

When I can snort and hock a loogie

To finally take a deep breath

Of fresh weekend air

And say how I feel

Not holding my tongue

Only for profit

And what my boss allows

And stretch out

Of that ninety degree seated posture