It's Late And I Want To Go Home

Still at work. Tired. Grumpy. Headache growing in magnitude. Very weary. Impatient. Shoulder blades ache.

I wish it could be
time to go home already.
Damn, it's getting late.

Why did I decide
to do yoga this morning?
Now my body hurts.

How I pass the time:
writing really bad haiku
and watching the clock.

Does haiku have to
be about nature to be
real haiku? Nah, dude.

I'm sure I offend
haiku purists who must see
what I do as wrong.

I can count to five,
then I can count to seven,
and then five again.

What would you do if
you could become anyone
in the universe?

I think I would be
independently wealthy
and write all day long.

I could keep this up
all night if necessary.
Just want to go home.

I am actually
waiting for this thing at work.
When it's done, I'll go.

Why, computer, why?!
I was almost out of here,
then you had to crash!!!

Now Computer makes
aggrivating whirs and beeps.
It's driving me mad.

So it happened twice.
I think I found a bad read.
I got you, sucka!

Okay, time to go.
I will have to spare you from
more "brilliant" haiku.