I think I am on the verge of
my second nervous break down.
Factors getting to me this time include, but are not limited to:
The fluorescent lights,
The dropped ceiling tiles,
The sad refrigerator in the corner.
I think it is safe to say that tomorrow is going to suck even worse
Inside this sterile vacuum.
I need a little oxygen,
So I can set a spark.
A little oxygen, please,
Or this is all going to be a spiral out of control.
That would be different.