Frustration

It's not going well today.
I slept too much.
I feel like shit.
I just can't think.
I just can't do it.
What can I do at times like this.
I'll have a cup of coffee.
Perhaps the thing to do.
Then down to work.
But what to do?
It's done it seems.
There's nowhere else
to go today
but back to where I've been before.
And that's the worst of it.
A dream of half a lifetime
spent on drivel
nonsense tasks
to earn a meager feed
and keep myself
from raving in the streets.