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Poetry Month Day #29: The Zoom Where It Happens

A tinkling sound
You enter the meeting
Your blurry video stutters
You smile at your friends anyway
Make sure you mute yourself
Before grumbling about you boss

Jenson disconnects once every five minutes
(He lives in the country)
Coulson forgot to block his video
(He had to pick his nose)
Chelsea's mic is picking up every strange sound
(She's eating noisily)

Flawed
Lagging
Forty minutes or pay up
(Hold in your dry cough when you are unmuted)
Button up a shirt and you'll be fine
(Pajama pants are okay)

-Trevor :)


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