Cubicles

Cubicles are a modern invention;

Their space saving was the intention.

In A & E

They make me feel wee.

Though I suffer from fluid retention,

 

Then we have  the wall-less interior

In house and in  workplace  superior.

Too noisy for me,

And too much to see.

I would never wish to really  deterior.

 

Pardon me for  inventing new words,

And for unkindly  making them shared.,

As few folk  can calculate

Or  sensibly speculate

Which are real English words bared.

 

In some homes there’s no private space

So I sit in the bathroom for days.

I know it is small

But it has its own walls.

I pretend to be painting my face.

 

I wonder if  I am  female.

As an agent, that  makes me quail.

I am partly a man

With a mind that can scan

Much faster than Jesus got bail.