Cubicle Walls
A triolet and a villanelle using the same idea
Triolet I hear it over cubicle walls, Things I wish I didn’t know, Because you make your personal calls. I hear it over cubicle walls; What you did in bathroom stalls Illicitly, with your new beau. I hear it over cubicle walls. Things I wish I didn’t know. Villanelle I hear it over cubicle walls, Things I wish I didn’t know, Because you make your personal calls. What you did in bathroom stalls Illicitly, with your new beau, I hear it over cubicle walls. Each escapade I hear just galls, Like how he sucks on your big toe, Because you make your personal calls. You like him in his overalls; You love it when he goes real slow, I hear it over cubicle walls. The things I hear make my eyeballs Water, and the tears then flow. Because you make your personal calls. You’d never shout them in the halls, These things I hear, the blow by blow. I hear it over cubicle walls Because you make your personal calls. 1/11/2025
A great reminder about in-person office work and what I'm very much enjoying going without. :) Nice ones, ernie. (If I still worked in offices, likely I'd print these out and anonymously distribute them after hours.)
Those cubicle walls are a thin, thin illusion of privacy. Hehe.
Great theme for a couple of poems.