Office work weren’t always in cubes.
Got Rob Propst to thank for that.
1968, and he built walls for workers,
Walls for focus, walls for barriers.
No Friends beyond a wall. Walls make
Enemies of outsiders. The 60’s was filled with walls,
An Iron Curtain, still not enough to keep the fallout,
‘Cause Vlad Putin thinks we need another war.
People started taken down walls, but desk walls,
Cube walls are still there. The world burns,
And I can’t see my fellow man past the spreadsheets,
The boss on bedsheets with someone not their spouse.
Propst thought walls would help. Now we’re blinded
By corkboard, waiting for wars behind walls to fill our
Lungs with people ash, like it’s the 60’s, Duck & Cover
Playing on PBS as my nephew asks when the wars end.