Tuesday Morning

I sit at my desk for five minutes

before the Devil knows I’m here

Computer’s off

Bit of quiet

Five minutes more to sit and think

before I turn on the screen and turn off my brain

I’m getting too comfortable

It’s been barely two months and already

I strut in late, acting like I own the place

All office workers do this, only it takes them

about a year to get there

Not me

I don’t need job security to have an attitude problem

I’m not sure if that’s a good quality to have

I forget why I’m here

The reason

Someone went out on a limb for me

And I owe them something in return

A good job

I owe them me doing a damn good job

And I hate them for it

07/05/24