Why work-from-home sucked (chewed, actually)

The problem was simple; there was no place

To store chewing gum, once it had run its race
No cupboard, no shelf to store my gum
Where it stayed undisturbed in the years to come.

Computers that needed a room to store
Once oozed my gum from every pore
Now a laptop, a smartphone, a tablet device
Is about as sticky as grease on red ice

Few places for chewed gum exist by far
Broken pottery, that smoker's roses, the unused car
Now, learn from me, you asinine has-been
Never, never, I say never

Never

   put gum into your washing machine.

After some thought, what seemed just fine
Was to stop chewing the cud, an unhappy bovine
So I curbed the urge and let the chewing gum
Stay forlorn in its pack for all time to come.  

Now, offices are back and I can stash that gum

In a secret location, till Kingdom come

Though glass tops on tables make me brood
(Chewed gum needs tops of opaque pinewood)

And when I try spitting my gum into the loo,
There's a signboard saying, "No, don't do that, YES, I am talking to YOU." 

The reason I do that daily commute test

Is to find scenic locales for the gum's final rest

But the last work review was very hard to bear

So I put my chewed gum on the bloody boss's chair.