At Work Poem by David Robert Baker

I’m sat at my desk, supposed to be working
Eagle eyed in case people are lurking,
I have not been given a single task,
Covering my face with hands like a mask.

The boss is close, speaking so loud,
Il hide these notes in case they are found,
Quick look at my mail, nothing new,
A forgotten soul, how this is so true.

One click of the mouse, now searching for shoes,
I’m wasting my time, I’ll go to the loos,
Walking back I’ll look at the clock,
Now I feel like a sheep in a flock.

A man comes round, he’s smartly dressed,
He’s on the phone, my god he’s stressed,
I do apologies my lord,
For I am now extremely bored.

One click of the cross the web has closed,
It’s not because the nude had posed,
It was because my boss was there,
It’s not because that girl was bare.

Ok I lied I made that up,
Access to sites like that are shut,
Policies in place, I can’t waste time,
I’d rather be sipping vintage red wine.

The day is ending; it’s nearly done,
I hope tomorrow brings joy and fun,
I’m going to be honest; I’m not going to lie,
Another day like to day, I might just die.