Work-Haul

PS: Wrote this back in 2019 and finally unearthed it from a pile of random musings. Here you go.

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Everyday I long for the clock to strike five,

I'd get to go home and bid work goodbye.

But I glance at the time and it's only half past ten,

"Oh well", I sigh "the day has just begun".

So I immerse myself in the abysmal world of toil,

Until thoughts of being overlooked start to make my blood boil.

And I read and read but nothing makes sense,

Until I start to wonder, "am I that dense?"

I gulp down a bottle full of water,

In hopes of me being able to author,

Documents and Reports with technical verbiage,

Funny how I got myself stuck into drafting this garbage!

My mind gets flooded with thoughts of being a misfit,

And then I harp on endlessly about wanting to quit!

Tell me, does it make one dead-beat,

for not having the desire to compete,

In a race to reach nowhere,

Where being contentious is a flair.

Where snobbishness is acceptable for experts

And the world gives you a hard time for being an introvert

Where the vertex is an appraisal

And an offense is a reprisal

So I tell myself to show some valor

The world cannot punish you for candor

Until I notice people starting to walk away

It's almost five, maybe another day