Work Haiku

Workday drags slowly.
Lunchtime in hour and twenty.
Hide in the crapper.

Want to scream and cry.
This place is dysfunctional.
Are all jobs like this?

Fat boss with dull eyes
all my strength not to close them
eternal sleep, please

They would not call it
work if it was fun, this is
what my Dad tells me

Very bad nightmare
doing same job every day
Yet I’m not asleep!

The day is too long.
I must escape this prison.
Pull alarm and run!

Lucid consciousness
that annoying time we spend
awake between naps.