Here's a little freestyle poetry I wrote when I was bored at work one day:

Me. at work.
No voice mails, no emails, no females.
Just me.
Leaned back in my office chair, the sun beaming in my window offers some warmth on this cold December morning.
I'm staring at the ceiling.
There is a vent with a small transparent circle in the center.
What if the circle was a camera?
What if I was being watched at this very moment?
They would be watching me reading my Wired Magazine.
They would be watching me lean back in my chair and starting to doze off.
I awake suddenly after a few moments to see the ceiling again, this time with a little circle of sunlight projected onto it.
It is the sunlight reflecting off my watch.
I move my wrist back and forth to entertain myself for 10 or 15 seconds.
I think about sleeping.
I think about locking the front door and laying down in the edit bay.
There is a sleeping bag in the prop storage area.
That would be perfect.
I don't think my boss will be in today, by what if she stops by?
I could close and lock the door to the edit bay.
If she comes in and knocks on the door I will spring up and pretend I was editing something.
But I would still have to explain the sleeping bag.
I'm abandoning this plan, and going to get some coffee dammit!
And when I return, maybe I'll have a voice mail to check.
But for the next 7 hours, it will be just me.