Afternoon Grind
Just back from lunch,
On your desk there's a bunch
Of data to crunch.
You set right down to it,
But before you get through it,
You find yourself not wanting to do it.
"What's wrong?" you may wonder,
As you quickly knuckle under
To the tempting caresses of slumber.
We're just not meant to work
When in us there lurk
Directives and deadlines to shirk.
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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