It’s Monday and I’m at my desk,
Really not feeling my very best.
I look at my spreadsheets and want to say,
Will you all, please, just go away.
I’d rather be some place warm and sunny,
But, you know, it’s too much money.
I pretend each hour I’m at the beach,
Oh if this were in my reach.
The phone rings always off the wall,
I’d like it on the floor to fall.
I sit and sigh and get back to work,
I hope I do not go beserk.