To have my own office, I admit,
is a pleasing thing;
No one ever bothers me, and
my phone only rarely rings.
I should be grateful, I know,
to be in this workplace;
My boss is often chipper
and has a grin upon his face.
Although, I must admit,
one aspect leaves me pained;
It is so terribly cold in here,
I feel frost permeating my brain.
“The thermostat is set at 70,”
they say, confused by my desperation,
“Most people are comfortable at that temp,
so cease the remonstrations!”
Many have glanced my way, puzzled,
trying to figure out why,
they’re able to walk around in summer clothing
while I wear my coat and try not to die.
No matter how warm it is outside,
no matter sun nor rain,
It feels like it’s below freezing in here,
as I twist in frigid pain.
The End. 
