Sue was a ergomaniac—
She left for work, did not come back.
Instead, she sat there at her desk,
And soon she looked a bit grotesque.
She had not bathed in oh so long;
She sat and hummed the same old song.
A crazy smile sat on her face,
As if to say, “There is no place
I'd rather be!” It ended soon.
One day, in early afternoon,
They heard a thud. They saw her head
There on the desk. And she was dead.
The coroner was quick with such:
“Sue just loved working far too much.”
They buried Sue, still at her desk.
I know: so very Kafkaesque.