Office women.

I feel frustrated,
By the whining people,
In my office.
The overpowering squeal,
Of argumentative women.
They spew forth their spiel,
And they say nothing of worth.
It is gut wrenching,
Ear piercing,
Their words stab through,
This office space.
They are daggers to the heart,
Of my morale.
So, I feel frustrated.
I am irritated by disturbance.
By the ringing screams,
Of banshees,
In my head.
The little calm I have,
From an earpiece,
Blocks out some of this rabble.
Some of this racket is foiled.
But, I am discouraged.

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