The Jungle
My office is a jungle,
Can't see wood for trees,
All the things I need to do,
Tasks not set to please.
All the papers in a heap,
And pencils in a pile,
Maybe I should close the door,
And run a country mile.
If only I could set a fire,
And watch the workload blaze,
To my boss I would present,
A clear desk to amaze.
At last I could sleep well at night,
My thoughts so very clear,
Into calmer waters,
My lifestyle would gently steer.
What I need, is a jungle plan,
A tack so crystal clear,
Of how to clean my groaning desk,
No more deadlines I will fear.
I could leave at 5 o'clock,
And see my kids at play,
No more working late into the night,
And no more 12 hour day.