A poem in the style of Lewis Carroll

 The Lament of the Overworked Widget-Squeezer

(A poem in the style of Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear)

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Oh, woe is me, I toil all day,
In the land of endless do and say,
Where emails chirp and phones do ring,
And meetings sprout like weeds in spring.

The boss, he speaks in riddles strange,
Of “synergy” and “market range,”
While all I do, from dawn to dark,
Is squeeze the widgets—hark! Hark! Hark!

My inbox groans, a beast untamed,
With subjects long and none well-named,
I search for sense in PowerPoint,
But logic here’s gone out of joint.

The printer jams, the coffee's cold,
The same old stories, often told,
"Reply-all" chains that never end,
And spreadsheets none can comprehend!

Alice might have found Wonderland perplexing, 

but Ol' Widget-Squeezer's office is a whole new level 

of ‘curiouser and curiouser!

            

And let us speak of deadlines grim,
That lurk and loom on every whim,
For every task, more tasks arrive,
How can a poor soul e’er survive?

Yet through it all, I soldier on,
With courage strong (though coffee’s gone),
For someday soon, I shall be free—
(Just as soon as they approve my PTO, you see!)

    And when the clock strikes five, I flee,
    From all this madness—blessed be!

So here's to work, both strange and drear,
With widgets squeezed year after year,
But through the chaos, one thing’s clear—
The weekend's coming... bring good cheer!