If you have ever slept at work, you
will understand the bliss I’m talking about in the following lines. In case you
haven’t ever (a rather implausible notion, though!), you are still not getting
that raise your manager promised for sucking up to him. Those who have, well,
high fives!
Read on…
The Relapse!
I came in at 10
can’t leave before 8;
It is only 4 after noon
and I can’t sit straight!
For
I just had that heavenly lunch,
Grilled chicken sandwiches
with Chocoberry Crunch;
Yes, gluttony can’t be falsified,
I just couldn’t stop;
Though it’s not that I tried!
I
gobble, I chomp and I slurp
And when I was done,
Boy, did I burp!
The tie was loosened
the sweat was wiped
My plain white shirt
was magically striped…
So, back to work,
myself, I managed to pull
with eyes succumbing to gravity
and a stomach that was full
My head see-sawed
between the desk and the chair
I kept relapsing
Damn you, Conditioned Air!
But such is the luck
I’ve forever enjoyed
My boss walks in,
And boy, is she annoyed!
She calls me a tool,
Idiot, Useless and a Sleep-Whore,
“Sleep all that you can,
But why do you snore!”
With
a heavy heart and heavier eyes,
I sit upright; still the Devil tries
to steal me a nap
for an hour or two;
and if I do not care,
then why should you?!?
P.S. - This took exactly 25 minutes.