When you are not around,
I turn into a wereworker.

I pounce on the cabinet
And up on the files,
Romp on the keyboard
And jump on the tiles.

I chew away the keys,
When I look for a cloud,
And drench in the rain
Of my miserable crowd.

Graze on the paper,
I pour out the ink,
When I feel thirsty,
I have something to drink.

I chase a nippy mouse
All across the hall,
I think it clicks
On hearing my call.

I fill with dirt,
Every form that they make,
Then eat all the pins
And the needles I bake.

I sit in a game
And get pushed around,
For hours I play
Without making a sound.

I spray on the board
With black and blue,
I often use red
When I think of you.

Keep pushing numbers
When I can’t talk,
When you don’t show up
I can barely walk.

I lean on the window
When it goes dark,
And howl for your love
I often bark.

In chaos I wait
For you to come back,
I stay a rabid worker
Here with my pack.

Then you return
And make me human again.