Waking up at Eight and struggling to get ready
You are unnerved but then try to be steady
By Nine you leaving in a shady cab
The shirt's trying best to fake that flab
Reaching the concrete heaven, half and hour later
Ready to jump in the volcano crater
By Ten you are in trying to settle down
In a theater of emotions, you feel like a clown
Passing an hour till the clock ticks Eleven
Sitting between the doves scared of killer raven
From Twelve to One you are staring at the screen
Finding all the dirty spots, which you then clean
Its One' o clock finally, the time for food
Eating like a pig in a furious mood
Its Two and you're walking back to the throne of thorns
Wishing you were red with a tail and set of horns
Stretching till Three, its not an easy job
Trying your best to hold that moving sob
It wont strike Four for another Twenty years
Dying of boredom is the least of fears
At last its Four ,you're feeling somewhat easy
Clawing down that keyboard, looking uber-busy
You get up from the seat for the millionth time
Its Five'o clock already, just trying to rhyme
Last one hour , creeps in a bit of shame
Oh shut up its Six and no one to blame
Storming out of office like a lion from cage
Smelling like teen spirit after ages of laze
Stepping into shack, beaming with joy
Failing to realize its another sadistic ploy
Tomorrow always comes before today ends
Its a tricky road with bumps and bends!
