Today.

An afternoon spent,
Moping around,
Not doing work.
Just feeling down.

Put the kettle on,
Jeuge yourself up,
Straighten your desk,
Turn the music up.

Now turn it down,
Can't concentrate.
Right. Here we go.
Damn it's so late.

Stop looking at the clock,
And checking Facebook.
Have a sip of tea,
Work: let's take a look.

Agh there's so much,
Still left to do.
Panic, panic, stress.
What's wrong with you?!

OK. Got my cuppa,
My desk is all neat,
Phone is on silent,
Could do with something to eat...

NO. This is it.
Time to do this,
Page one, line one.
Get through, bit by bit.

The clock's ticking by.
Been moping all day.
Can't get rid of this feeling,
I'm down, stuck this way.

Sort yourself out.
Have a break - break from what?
From working so hard?
That's something you've not.

What would Sarah say?
She'd say dance around,
Stick on loud music,
Get the bad energy out.

Alright then, Sarah,
I'll do it for you.
You're here in spirit,
You're pushing me through.

Stop writing this poem,
Stop moping around.
Start doing some work.
Stop feeling down.