Farting on my work chair and really not caring
Enough people to blame for the weird smells in air
They can point their finger, but I'll deny the blare
It was the crack of desk or a mumbled swearing

Eating my food loudly, in between two phone calls
Spreading the curry smell, throughout the department
Making mouths watering, and taste buds enchantment
But keeping it solo, in between my tall walls

Getting up to stretch arms and be noisy neighbor
Seeing that neon skirt, doesn't fit her belly
And laughing at the bump, and protruding jelly

Preaching your own values onto colleagues labor
You're the hated asshole that no one wants to know
Each one of them hoping, that someday you'll no show.