Thursday, April 17, 2008

Working Free the Rust

Tick
My alertness takes a lick
Tock
Staring and cursing the clock
Yawn
Unfocused and feeling withdrawn
Drool
Half asleep and feeling the fool
Itch
My seat smacks my ass like a switch
Scratch
My internal clock and the wall clock don’t match
Squirm
I was not meant to sit long term
Bored
One hour left my favorite reward

2 comments:

VE said...

Are you at work again? What have I said about all this work stuff. Its....well...its work!

Serena Joy said...

Work. Ugh. Chain gang. At least you can write poetry about it, though. Ergo, it ain't all bad.:)