Getting paid for my writing... sort of

Work Haiku #1
Locked up in this jail.
They say it's an office
but I know better.

Work Haiku #2
You stumble and fall.
I hold my hand out to help.
You throw mud at me.

Work Haiku #5
Tap tap clickity.
Soullessly slaving away,
wanting cheeseburgers.

Work Haiku #10
Tranquility is
a drop of water in a
pool of chocolate.

Work Haiku #12
I hear: ring ring ring
ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
SHE'S NOT AT HER DESK