9-5

I wake, I shower and go to work,

Walking to my car in a suit like a dork.

I turn it on slowy hoping it won't start,

It does, and so to work I depart.

I stop for my morning coffee,

I'm now beginning to feel like a druggy.

Arriving to work is a most miserable experience,

I arrive with a smile, but from it I pray for deliverance.

I sit in my office in my worn out chair,

Sitting there I look at my computer with a blank stare.

I wonder whether I should just walk out and leave,

Instead I continue to sit and roll up my sleeves.