This Is A Run Out The Clock Situation

He is biding his time

And each across or down solved,

Between the hours of nine and five,

Is another minute dissolved.

With a roll of the eyes,

A sigh released between lips,

Another whine will be ignored

And a day slowly slips.

He simply does his job

And won’t deal with nonsense,

But eats annual confections

While waits for a year past tense.

Minute by long minute,

Day overlapping long day,

Year, after year, after long year,

He will bide his time away.