Excuse: Friday Night
Another week, my forty hours
Of powerpoint and boss's glowers,
Although anxious to get out of here,
I may just linger for one beer.
Five long and unproductive days,
Labouring under my clients' gaze
After meeting rooms and painful grub,
Who could blame me for stopping at the pub?
When I achieve deserved success,
(mid-December, my best guess!)
I'll be a literary hero...
But tonight I'm fine, with a bit of wine,
and a word count stuck at zero.
Sophia McDougall, Bex Levene,
Richard Morgan and Jon Green,
Andrews and Lynch (both Scotts)
They started somehow -- perhaps with shots?
Tomorrow I'll get off my ass
But for tonight? Another glass.