I Don't Complain

I sit here,
I hate it,
this office.
It's not the place itself,
I mean, it looks disgusting,
but it's not the place.

Sweat runs down my neck,
Sweat in an air conditioned room,
Basketball uniform in a tidy place,
I sit,
Still taller
Still taller than some of the people walking by

None of them,
None of them who I need,
To get the hell out of here.