Dishonest Deserter… Poem by Margaret Alice

Crying in desperation, thoughts of Monday
fill me with fear, tried on Friday to do my
duty; impossible to concentrate, I’m so far
behind I should resign and die of hunger
somewhere – made no headway on my
plotted course through documents to be
translated, could not keep my mind on it,
sank into pitch-black despair, focused on
being sane, irrespective of pain - yet keeping
my eyes glued to the paper did not bring
any advantage; I’m a dishonest deserter,
the worst employee ever, I should admit
my guilt and accept public shame, can’t
play the game of a production sheet
when I’ve nothing to show on it!