Monday meetings and powerpoints,
No one know what they bring,
Trying to understand those pie-charts,
Sleepy head doesn't recall anything.
Why do they torture me,
As if i have done something wrong,
I can't leave this room now,
Or wander out for long.
The coffee's bad, the tea's sad,
Both aren't of much help.
Think am losing my soul,
But could get some help from alcohol.
Don't know when this will end,
It's been long now
Can't handle this anymore,
How i wish there was a cure.
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