Tons Of Correspondences

I sit by my working table, as usually

With my colleagues I share talks, casually

A metre tall pile appears, a work irrefutable

Saying no or leaving undone and inexcusable

Job given is not mutual,

Everyone, it is individual

Your work by 4pm, get it doable 

Your task accomplishment is inexcusable

Otherwise you would brand as undesirable

Do your work, make yourself indispensable

Little by little, emollient adapting to work accrual

A little effort more, and here ends my struggle

I look around, I visual no additional bundle

A little shout of accomplish, the sound I muffle

As I feel sad for the remaining working rabble

4 p.m I am done, I can leave as invincible

A tap on my back, Job done, I was capable

Now let's hurry getting home, out of this jungle

My safe warm place, where I feel comfortable