I think many people will have experienced a job where they feel like this from time to time.

I’m sitting at my, desk, hidden behind the screen,

Hoping when the boss walks by, that I’ll remain unseen.

I’m staring at the spreadsheets, but seeing in my head,

All the things I’d rather do, if I were home instead.

Oh I try to force the numbers, to conform and do my bidding,

But they just seem to laugh at me, and say “You must be kidding”.

Guaranteed to fail, because the targets are too high,

The only way to meet them, would be to tell a lie.

So, I dread the morning meeting, when my progress they inspect,

All the while full knowing, that my efforts they’ll reject.

Hunched over my computer, till my back begins to ache,

It’s painfully clear now, just how much I need a break.

I’m dreaming of the moment, when I can walk away,

And all the things I’d tell them, Oh the things I’d say!