Poem (A Feeling of Malaise)

DRUGS? ALCOHOL? PSHAW! WHEN LIFE GETS ME DOWN, I TURN TO RHYME

once upon a time
there was a girl with curly hair
whose excellent work ethic
fell into disrepair
it was quite sad
she used to love
her job
she felt much glee
yet recently
the thought of her and work
did not agree
to the office
every day
she’d sit and she would stare
as websites flashed
she unabashedly
groaned and sometimes sweared
she waited for
a spark to strike
she waited for the joy
for work in which she used to feel
instead of just annoy
yet weeks have passed
and still the dread
the minute she sits down
in front of the screen
she wants to scream
it really makes her frown