Bored at work, but at least it's not the good old stagecoach

I long to write
but nothing comes
My nails I bite
and pick my gums

To wait and wait
that is the game
is it too late
is this poem lame

what's it about
why do i rhyme
my boss is out
i've got the time

to illustrate
my jumbled thoughts
stored in a crate
my dreams and wants

and there is a day
the path appears
i see the way
i'll cry no tears

no more starvation
creation heeds
no masterbation
corporate greed