Probably the best office in the world ...

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Early today, two second commute, thanks to the teleport machine.
Off to the in-house office gym, in the hands of the masseuse team.

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Every muscle manipulated in twenty minutes, a virtual marathon.
Now to my panoramic hot desk, that’s the morning now half gone.

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Weirdly the IT man has asked if I am ok and if everything is still good.
I plug the left hand side of my brain in and it is working as it should.

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The right hand side watches MI ten, perhaps it’s just one too many?
Tom, finally starting to look his age, took a while to drop that penny.

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Now the news, company stock rises, making me a paper billionaire.
And Bieber has died destitute at thirty six, shame, honestly, I care.

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To our Cocktail Lounge for lunch, Tapas and a few Long Island Ice teas.
The medical profession now agree, fifteen units for lunch is a good idea.

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It’s gratifying, after all, to know I’ve been doing it right for all these years.
Now back to my desk, for a couple of hours kip, the end of the day nears.

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Some diet, therapeutic Danish pastries are delivered to my desk at four.
Really I’m just building up the energy to head toward the exit door.

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On the way out, an award, “most interesting bloke in the company”.
They didn’t need to do it, but after all, it’s got to go to somebody.

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They’ve noticed all my experience and at sixty- five, I am still grooving.
And also all the time spent in the cocktail lounge, purposely self-improving.

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The prize, rest of the year in St. Lucia, all work ties, to temporarily rescind.
Now to the teleporter, three seconds to get home, all due to a crosswind.