The big office clock is clicking down Time,
As I sit at my desk staring down the line
At blank faces of colleagues- not friends?
Counting the seconds til hometime us it sends.
Picking my nails and pulling the drawer
Open, then shut with my iddle impatient paw.

Click, Click, Click passes a few seconds more.
I want out of here NOW, cos my arse is so sore,
Sitting about on my “ergonomic” green velour chair,
I can’t take much more of this! I start pulling my hair.
Thoughts of escape gathering strength in my mind
Reprieve from this mad house, a gesture too kind.

Click! Click! Click! a monotenous and callous tone,
Each one of us lost in our own troubled space alone,
Thinking of all we want to do when we leave real soon
This place of living hell, of torture, sacrifice and doom
Live to work or work to live? What sort of choice
Is that to have ? Better to be strung up in a net and hoist!

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Breathing is heavy now,
Sweat dripping from my furrowed and feverish brow.
Stomach knotted and twisted with this sick tension
To feel on my face and breathe in, is my intention
The cool refreshing spring air of freedom and rest
For tomorrow it grinds all over again…….well at best!