Another day crossed off the list,
Another day since last we last kissed.
Nothing looks worse, I really think
Than the whiteboard here at Chris Greaves Inc..
Another stroke of the blue felt pen
Reminds me of the times back when
Our lives seemed to be just so in sync..
Now chaos reigns at Chris Greaves Inc..
Another line through the digit table;
Itís the only task of which Iím able
In my corporate role, from the shower, pink
In my morning office at Chris Greaves Inc..
The white board groans beneath its load
Of tallied days marked in blue woad.
Itís enough to drive me to the brink,
The pallor here at Chris Greaves Inc..
The dusterís done no work for weeks,
The vacumn cleaner no longer shrieks,
And we darenít discuss the kitchen sink
Or the lavatory here at Chris Greaves Inc..
The work slows down, the days are quiet;
Gone the frenetic computing riot.
Iíd fly to be with you in a blink
And abandon my realm at Chris Greaves Inc..