sonnet Five days a week

Five days a week I work for my next wage
I wont say its a waste of time or great
I slog five hours till lunch at blissful rate
The rest are robotlike and disengage
At coffee breaks I quit the office cage
The watercooler crowd assimilate
The gossip juicy giggled spiced with hate
Were often struck dumb stuck the same old page
Ill slip outside the stairwell steel fire door
And call you on my 4G touchscreen phone
Ill stroke in place your hair in profile zone
Your so exciting my love mate no chore
I wish the weekend break soon back on us
Id slip in hug you you must by now suss
Chorus us nous mi