Poem

Ode to my job

I sit at the computer and stare into space
Wondering while I mark time in this place
Is this all there is? Is this really me?
A cog in a wheel? A bolt in a machine?

But alas, without me, where would you be?
You'd have nothing to watch, but a blank black TV
So I write POs and send out the tapes
Of Harry Potter and Professor Snape

Chained to my desk, a hardworking drone
To keep the public amused and make them feel not-so-alone
This is the druggery that frustrates me so,
But alas, I'll stop bitching and get on with the show.