SE's lament

What is this life if full of care
All we do is type and stare?

We sit, all day, mesmerized by a CRT
Unless the firm joined the LCD party

We see in fluorescent light
Whether its day or night.

We breathe recycled air
Sit all day in a chair

Back breaking work without the sweat
Finding answers by surfing the net

Brown water that makes mockery
of glorious tea and coffee

Waist high cubicle wall
That really reveals all.

And just when we decide we've had enough
salary day comes with cash to buy stuff.