I've got the old Department Meeting blues.
I'm sitting in a meeting with the blues.
That's all I do - I'm always paying dues

And getting nowhere, nothing for my pains.
I'm feeling all my years-in-harness pains:
"No pain, no gain!" they say.  There are no gains,

Just two steps back for every backward step -
A stumble here, a trip-up there, a step
In quicksand or, at best, an awkward schlep.

Now Blank is talking.  How Blank loves to talk!
And talk and talk and talk and talk and talk.
Another word and I get up and walk.

It's 5:15!  Get set; okay, here goes -
I'm shuffling paper...leaning...on my toes....