Floundering
Hip, hop, here I go
From this spot,
My mind a mass
Of required tasks
But I must write
Not for delight
But simply because
It’s required
Every day
In any way
Pen to hand
Is the demand
If I am to make
“This piece of cake?”
Make money
My bills a wait
For heaven’s sake!
So off I go
No, not to and fro!
But to my laptop
Oh what a sop
I am to write this mire
My goal today?
I must not stray
To finish work inspired
Goodbye my friends
This poem now ends