Things You Do When The Office Is In View!

The cat sneaks on many a time. Not even big brother will stop my rhyme. At least the boss guy that way. I can't say I'd beat the NSA. But when watched by prying eyes time sure never ever flies.

Time to work.
Such a perk.
Time goes by.
Oh me, oh my.

Work is done.
My, what fun.
Err umm not.
On comes the brain rot.

Nah, screw that.
Rhyme like a cat.
Damn those eyes.
They sure aren't wise.

It's paperclip art.
Take it to heart.
Make a chain.
Use that brain.

Count the tiles in the floor.
Then do it once more.
Maybe even a third go.
Have to make sure you are right, you know.

If you are really reeling,
Count the holes in the ceiling.
That can be tricky.
Blinking makes the outcome sticky.

Watch the pigeons poop.
They go for a loop.
In they come.
Land and relieve their bum.

Let in a sun beam.
Watch the dust gleam.
It falls all around.
Aren't dead skin cells profound?

Flick on and off the open sign.
A seizure may align.
That could scare.
Sign flicker beware.

Oh look, more work.
That is a perk.
Whoops, I'm done.
Back to the not so fun.

Do anything to pass away the day? Does boredom even come to play? Counting those ceiling holes sure can be tricky. Especially when your OCD is picky. It wants it right. Pencils could also take flight. Does anyone even use those anymore? Been years since I did at my shore. I guess I'll pencil that in for a rhyming pass. Unless big brother really does come after my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.