On meetings

Here I sit awaiting a meeting,

And I think that it bears repeating:

Fuck all will get done,

We’ll stay at square one.

Any hope of progress is fleeting.

Mondays

Tis Monday, the week starts anew,

And swiftly now we will eschew

All pretense of work.

Merrily we’ll shirk.

I give it one day, maybe two.

I’m just an average guy

I’m just an average guy
I’ll work and I’ll eat and I’ll die
I like to have fun
But mostly have none
So I sit at my desk and I cry