Workday

the sooner I leave,
the sooner I get home,
the best that would seem for all,
my workday extended, no pun intended,
has rendered me numb and devoid of fun,
slaving away on these mundane tasks,
the lines are blurring, sense fading fast,
desire to finish twice diminished,
but senses frayed I'm plundering on,
current condition, thoughts are blunted,
productivity swayed by nothing's thunder,
keys depressed in thoughtless mocking,
emit a plainly senseless clacking,
commit the mindless incantation,
comprising meaning arbitrary,
where true is false and five is twenty,
checking spelling not once but thrice,
casing errors are nowt but goading,
but seeing double methinks sufficient,
most likely time to call the day,
but one more quick little thing.. okay?