No sleight, just trite; Cool, have a Sprite

Exposed to early morning light
After a movie the previous night
By itself gives me a fright
Omen that this day isn't to be right?

But after another 2-hour plight
Even missing the breakfast bite
Having just 3 colleagues in my line of sight
God! Give me some respite

Albeit there is the holiday news byte
There's no happiness, I'm just quiet
Thought of the way back turns me white
With the rain infested roads, it'll be a fight

So in office I sit tight
With nothing around to excite
This poetry I indite
Which I would never dare to recite