“Office Zoom to Sofa Doom”A Poem by Neha agrawal(A Tale of One Man, Five Emails, and Seven Alarms)
Monday 7 AM: Alarm goes BEEP!
He opens one eye. “Nope. More sleep.” 7:02. He's up like fire, Wearing socks that don't conspire. Coffee chugs him, not the other way, He's brushing teeth while typing “Hey.” Breakfast? Nope. Just office rage, He’s mentally billing minimum wage. --- Tuesday's meetings, Wednesday's doom, By Thursday he forgets his room. By Friday he’s a power beast" Ten tabs open. At least. He's pitching, planning, solving crime, (Well...just spreadsheets, but still, on time). His shirt is ironed, his shoes are tight, He hasn't blinked since Monday night. --- But then… Saturday hits like a plot twist punch He sleeps through breakfast, brunch, and lunch. His body's there, his soul's on flight, He wears pajamas. Day and night. He scrolls. He snacks. He checks the fridge Then walks back with a Pringles bridge. Remotes in hand, face in a pillow, He's flatter than a pancake-stuffed armadillo. --- Sunday’s motto? “Move? For what?” He might just fuse into that spot. Gets FOMO from his own window, Still doesn’t move. Just vibes real low. Laundry pile? He nods and stares. “Next Sunday. Maybe.” No one cares. Shower? Meh. That’s next week’s dream. He’s one with couch. A sentient cream. --- But as the sun sets low and late, He senses Monday at the gate… Panic strikes! He roars, he groans “WHERE’S MY BELT?! WHO TOOK MY PHONES?!” He prints his soul, irons his tie, The tornado wakes with a battle cry. --- So here’s to those who slay all week, But Saturdays? They barely speak. Office lions, weekend snails With coffee highs and laundry fails. --- Because deep inside, we all relate Work like storms… then vegetate. 😴🌪️" © 2025 Neha agrawalReviews
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