I got this idea while typing an e-mail to a friend who made a Gillbert & Sullivan style rhyme (he's a fan) about where he worked. It gave me the idea to write this - I wont call its style G&S though.
I'm not entirely satisfied with the ending which seems a little bit forced (especially the 2nd last verse) and it does not entirely fit the sardonic tone of the rest of the poem. But I'd like some criticism - if you have some harsh ones, dish it out. I don't mind. I prefer hard criticism more than complacent good notices. But that's just me.
I sit at my Desk
I sit at my desk
(that is where I lurk)
And ponder some ways
to reward your hard work.
I came up with something
and you'll like it too
I'll reward your hard work
with more things to do.
I thought of some spreadsheets
That needs to be made
And some bathroom tiles
That need to be laid
What? You’re an artist?
Of graphics? You are?
I can’t really see
Why you cant wash my car.
You work really hard
On that full-page today
I’m sure you can handle
What I throw your way.
You worked through night
And was next day fine
And never complained
Of no overtime.
You protest my decision?
I don’t understand
Oh no, thats impossible
I can’t give you a hand.
My schedule is full
I have lots to do
Which makes it hard
For me to help you.
I sit at this desk
And I do my job
My schedule is full
My time you can’t rob
I have golf at ten
And lunch at noon
There is no real way
I could help you soon
At two I have golf
I play twice a day!
I manage the paper
Better that way!
At five leaves my plane
To the land of Monet
To talk to my boss
And he’ll raise my pay!
And you want a raise?
That I can’t allow!
How will we stay true
To our budget now?
The budget is sacred!
To divert would destroy
My perfect track record
Oh how you annoy!
You are so ungrateful!
Don’t I pay you enough?
Compared to my job
Yours isn’t so rough!
My lunch could be poison’d
My airplane could fall!
You don’t know a thing
Of my stress at all!
Get out of my office
And get back to work
Go back to your PC
That is where you’ll lurk.
If you don’t like it
There is the door!
We’ll get a replacement;
We wont pay him more.
I sit at my desk
Here high at the peak
The decisions I make
Are perceived as weak.
They are all against me
They all want my pay!
But I’ll show them all!
I wont fade away.
I’ll put all the sales
Back on its track!
What’s written in red
They’ll soon pen in black!
The bosses in Europe
Would sing out my name!
And praise my ideas
For making it rain!
I sit at my desk
Here in the West Wing
I sit at my desk
And I feel nothing.
No joy of a job
So very well done
And even in golf
There is no more fun.
I once had a wife
Who waited at home
She didn’t wait long
After 12 months in Rome.
I once had a god
But I threw that away
‘cause I could not golf
on a sunny Sunday.
I sit at my desk
And marvel at me
I sit at my desk
And still I don’t see
I own a black Porsche
And a red Ferrari
But I can’t understand
Why no one likes me.