Cubicles Need Higher Walls

Cubicles Need Higher Walls

A Poem by Budd Black



So you are better than me, I get it.

No really I do. 

You don’t have to rub your fancy degrees in my face

Act like I don’t have a clue.


I understand that you amassed lots of student loans

Only to learn you hate your job.

I am sure that berating me make you feel better but, please

don’t take it out on this poor slob.


Maybe you could talk to me like we are intellectual equals              

Would that be so wrong.

If I don’t understand, you can teach me what I need to know

It wouldn’t take long.


But it is okay, talk to me however you want, no really,

But I thought we were friends

I guess what I said offended your more degree ridden sensibilities

Never knew you were so thin skinned.


Just know that my education goes beyond a classroom or piece of paper

I learned a lot, today, about you

How you really feel and how you really see me, no for who I am

But for where I went to school


Maybe one day I will have a PHD behind my name as well

You make me not want it

Because then maybe I would end up just like you

Backstabbing *%#$@.


© 2010 Budd Black

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you tell that a*****e! F*** YEAH! but on a more serious note dontcha just hate those people? im sure just about everyone can relate to this write regardless of what the situation is very good!

Posted 13 Years Ago

I plan on selling my soul for a PhD, but a degree is no reason to be mean. The only thing I questioned was the fact that it was rhyming.

Posted 13 Years Ago

I can so relate to this writing.....:)

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Added on December 6, 2010
Last Updated on December 6, 2010


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