Lunch in a pail

I brought my lunch in a pail to work today

Had to bike to work in this weather

Damn lunch pail clanging around in the basket the whole way

When I finally got there I sat at my desk

Trying not to spend the whole nine hours frittering it away

and thinking of ex girlfriends

So it was with great diligence

That I worked, pencil in hand

Steeping bowls of tea

Wondering about what is in my lunch pail

And working hard

But what would I know of real work?

Other than applying a force over a distance

My work is against friction

Forcing the tip of my pencil across the distance of each individual letter

The pile of used up tea leaves grew taller and taller

And my appetite grew like clouds

Rolling into the mountains in the window

And finally I cracked into that lunch pail