Four days

You've been sitting next to me

hacking up a lung

sucking on butterscotch candy

pushing your glasses

back up toward your skull

for four days

You've been wearing

the same clothes

for four days

spitting green globs

of nasty, pleghmy death

into innocent tissues

for four fucking days

I've only been

at this stupid job

for four days

and I'm already

ready to bust in here

with a shotgun

and blow everyone

away

And you're going first

with two to the face

You've been making

my life miserable

for four days

with your fat face

and salamander complexion

and sucking noises

and smell of wet dog

and throat clearing 

and passionate hacking 

and bathroom breaks 

and squeaky chair 

and perennial coughing

and excessive blinking 

and continuous snorting

and obvious stupidity

Four days

is all it took

for me to hate you

more than anyone

I've hated before

Maybe it's pheromones

or the fact that

I'm not cut out for this

but I'm pretty sure

it's the coughing

and your pastiness 

and your scratching

and your humming

and your foul body odor

and the way time

s t r e t c h e s

like a fresh

piece of gun

or an uninteresting article

or a visit to the dentist

during these 

infinite 

days