Poetry Bus - Dominic's Challenge

So this week our mission was to write a poem on something, literally.

Here's my offering, written on the underneath of a desk

And in case you can't decipher my scribble, I give you...

Drooping at Work on a Quiet Evening

Whose desk this is, I think I know,
he's currently at a meeting though
he will not see me sitting here
to make the evening pass less slow

the bubble wrap half bursted, mere
blisters of joy made dissappear
a scatter of notes, a dusty flake
the boringest work day of the year

I survey it - think what'll I take
Or is there something I can break
Anything to speed up the creep
of passing time, and office ache

I peel veneer on his desk cheap
and rifle through the drawers deep
and feel like I could fall asleep
and feel like I could fall asleep