Working From Home
Naked from the waist down, I put on my face
No calls till ten: no need to push the pace
A bust, a head and shoulders shot, 2D
Working from home, you don’t get all of me
I see my bleary self as others will, framed in a glass
I check the pic: a smile, a nod, some farce
If I should tire of gurning for a bit
I’ll simply cut the camera, blame the kit
Come to the office? Not for a while
I’ve got no trousers now, or none in style
And anyhow right now I get more done
By being here and not seeing anyone
No wasted time with colleagues passing by
No casual comments, questions on the fly
No need to think outside my narrow task
If someone wants me tell them just to ask
You’ve got my diary, hit me for a call
If not online, no need to meet at all
I’m virtually a meme, you get just what you see
Working from home, you don’t get all of me
