Poetry Slam

Ode to a Bennett Library Cubicle

Oh Cubicle, Thy murky yellow walls enclose me in a monotonous fortress of euphoric productivity. Surrounded by nothingness and books written in French: alas I am free of distractions. Your solitary confinement that bores me to tears: no one to talk to, no where to go — except the washroom. No food allowed — I guess I can’t binge eat now. Nothing to do but actually read. Oh Cubicle, I rejoice when we are reunited amidst this academic craze. But now that you’ve helped me complete this essay I must resign from your company and return to civilization. Though fear…

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