An office made out of Lego,
hear me out,
where the chair and desk and fan
and PC and plant and cabinets
and rug and wall fixtures and
ornate painting of a loved one and
those patent papers that Trevor
still has not signed over despite
promising they would be attended
to before last Thursday because
that was when he said his time
was free due to the end of the
racquetball tournament and he
was the sixth seed, somehow,
and he could focus again on
the paperwork, even though it
is his literal job and the coat rack
and the ceiling lights and the
water sprinklers are all various
fashions of the construction toy!