Office Blues: A Daily Grind

Another day, same chair, same screen. Boss walks in like,

"Team, let's dream." Man, I dream about leaving,

not achieving. Clock hits nine, my soul starts grieving. Emails,

meetings, coffee's gone cold. My brain's on fire, but my story's

old. HR talking growth, I'm like, "Grow behold." I grew resentment,

that's pure gold. Printer's jammed, of course it is. They bait my

lunch, that snake again. WiFi drops like my will to live.

Excel froze, I can't forgive. Boss says, "Teamwork," I roll my eyes.