Cool Hand Jesus - Friday Haiku

I am practicing
to smile like Sir Paul Newman
in a cubicle.

Oh, the joy of life!
Feeling Secretary Spread
numbness in my cheeks.

Temporarily,
I shine at Power Point.
Facsimile me.

If I were to sneeze,
my voice would be heard throughout.
One might shout, "Bless you!"

I walk down the hall.
I glance inside each small space.

People staring straight.

They'd give their own blood

to go on a vacation.

Their families know.

Love is the reason.
The picture frame by the screen.
Carry on Warriors!