on the job

the thought of work does nothing but annoy
but work sits there and it must soon be done
from duty we can but a short distance run
before we must our skill and thought deploy
we pay with work for what we know of joy
at times like this i'm not under the gun
and so can sit back and think of it as fun
although with words and concepts i won't toy
the sense i get is not of thoughts complete
rather i feel what's not more than a try
but still the core is sound or so i think
with turgid phrasing this text is replete
but time as is its wont just will not fly
i lift my mug i look up and i drink