How quickly, then, I find myself in May,
For surely it was still March just last week?
The fire was on, the trees were bare and bleak,
I worked from home and still received full pay.
And it felt good to be alone all day
Without the need to listen or to speak
To customers. And I could even sneak
A quick nap in to pass the hours away.
But now this freedom starts to seem a bore;
I miss the customary workplace chatter,
And find I'm either hyper or subdued.
Both going to bed and getting up's a chore,
I'm thinking less and less, and getting fatter;
Unravelling on my island, like Decoud.
For surely it was still March just last week?
The fire was on, the trees were bare and bleak,
I worked from home and still received full pay.
And it felt good to be alone all day
Without the need to listen or to speak
To customers. And I could even sneak
A quick nap in to pass the hours away.
But now this freedom starts to seem a bore;
I miss the customary workplace chatter,
And find I'm either hyper or subdued.
Both going to bed and getting up's a chore,
I'm thinking less and less, and getting fatter;
Unravelling on my island, like Decoud.
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