The unspoken contract

An ode to the most boring job I've ever done.

I come to the office, I stare at the screen

I read some emails, I don’t know what they mean

The suits give orders, the staff bear the pain

There’s probably a reason but no one explains

To be less productive would take some time

I’m doing very little so, anyway, that’s fine

There’s an unspoken contract come the end of day.

I pretend to work, they pretend to pay.