Monday, Eternity, Monday
I am Monday's Poet
writing on company time
using company paper
bought on the company dime.
Being paid more than ever before
working less that I ever dreamed
Less than 60 seconds of productivity today
and I didn't even get reamed.
Played a few net games
IMed a few old friends
this may be a dream
but this day never seems to end.
Eight hours felt like twenty
I'm going out of my head.
I might as well be home
laying in my bed.
Don't want to get caught
playing an internet game
but what the hell
I'll ignore the shame.
Send a bit of work this way
enough to pass the day by.
If I have to pretend to work any longer
I might just up and die.
By: Tiffanie


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