I’ve tried to earn a living. What a joke.
Had fewer breaks because I would not smoke.
I’ve typed too many lists of licence
And been in a few paralytic states.
I’ve tried to operate a fax machine.
I have become addicted to caffeine.
I’ve pretended not to hear a phone
At five to five; I know I’m not alone.
I have been very bored, and felt depressed.
I fear that you may not be too impressed
By my honesty. That is just too bad.
This poem may not please my mum and dad.
I have been stressed out over a deadline.
I have known that I really shouldn’t
But still ended up moaning, anyway.
I’ve felt sick just looking at my In-tray.