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.