Stopping at Work for a Lousy Meeting

My take on this classic poem by Robert Frost.
Written in November 2006, this one is dedicated to all the poor souls who are stuck in their office for most of the time they are awake...

In my GM's cabin I go,
What he thinks, I guess I know.
He's gonna ask me to stay here,
He has a new proposal to show.

It's close to 6, I think it's clear,
Much to my disgust and my fear,
He has a long presesntation to make,
Way past 8, it'll go for sure...

And my boss is a fake,
probably His biggest mistake!
The GM's shit, he will endure,
and preserve it for our sake.

My GM sucks, my boss is a creep,
but a fake smile, I'm obliged to keep,
And tons to yawn before I sleep,
And tons to yawn before I sleep.

Forgive a little lameness, this is some 3 years old. Oh and talking of years, happy 2010!