Desk job from 9 to 5.
Just trying to survive.
Days turn to hours as they drag.
Over this I cannot brag.
With drama here that will not go.
I am so sick of it know.
Mid-morning comes like a snail.
Meeting after meeting is a fail.
Nothing done truth be told.
Forever pulled into the fold.
Can people not stand alone.
Why I wish to work from home.
Lunch time and still no progress.
Frustrating, I must confess.
Here to do a job that’s mine.
Not be pulled from side to side.
Acting as an envoy for peace.
Might just call the riot police.
Days end has finally come.
This one again has not been fun.
Zero work of mine is complete.
Currently its a daily defeat.
Hope tomorrow is not the same.
Sadly I think it will remain.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 