Sitting in a plastic chair,
Waiting for a person
To tell me
If I can afford
This month

How did I
Get here?
I had dreams.
I had goals. 
And so did
Everyone in this room.

The wait
Kills
The screams of bored children
Pop my peace
And I wonder
Why?
It's a simple enough question.

Why me?
Why here? 
Why now?
God,
I suppose. 
His laughter feels
Like nails
Pounded into nails.

Be grateful 
For your cubicle,
Good sir.
I am the person
You dream about
In the nightmare
That is all too possible.