Not much to do.
These days it is slow--
Projects and people are few.
I stare at my screen:
Not much to see.
My eyes are a blur,
To close is their plea.
I type on my keyboard:
Not much to write.
Words come so slowly,
Restless thoughts, no sight.
I talk to myself:
Not much to say.
Don’t want to work--
Should call it a day.
I open my wallet:
Not much inside.
I sigh and keep going,
At the office must bide.
--Me
4 comments:
Very cute and I totally feel your pain, even though I do have things I should be doing. I just can't seem to stay focused long enough to get the work done.
Jill! You wrote a poem!!!! It was great. Money is a pain.
Hilarious. You may find more money and excitement if you switched to poetry writing instead of your current job.
Want to switch jobs?
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