The seen unseen

Part - 1
I came down rushing in morning today
and found to be early in morning today.
The office was calm and nothing would move
as I descended, to my chair in rouge.

The speakers are calm and blinders are blind,
the computers don't live our life's so bright,
the books don't see, the phone don't listen,
the keyboards don't type the words they listen.

The world is still as I think of them,
the white tube lights, the cushions behind,
they say no thing,
as I admire their being.

Part - 2
'Woof! they went at least at night,
this man he works all day, all night'.
said the chair standing on fours,
as all now rose and started to shout.

'This day was long as we slept on,
the humans don't know to respect their rat',
the mouses said and running around,
on desktop now and some on ground.

The tubes beamed on
and cushions were chatting,
the papers always complained,
of the places they'd been.

The files then raced with slender wires
the gender was everywhere to prove their power,
the pencils are girls and books are men,
but, footballs are gay as men prefer them.

We learn all night and play all night,
to live our life outside your sight.