Sleeping Under My Desk

I think that I shall never see,
A person more tired then poor old me.
Late nights spent on irc,
Have left me wiped, completely.

What I want most to do,
Is to close my eyes, just for a few,
To take a nap, and dream too,
But I am at work, so I can't - oh foo.

In front of this computer I sit all day,
Working on accounting and what else I can't say,
I do like my job, I do like my pay,
But a bit more sleep would go a long way.

Monotoneous though it sometimes may be, the people here are all nice to me.
So I'll keep on slaving, on working till 3, and I'll take by break by writing