Parody of Work

You sitting there, few feet away
In serious thought, in a mindless
Day dream, with a bamboozled
Look in your round eyes. What
Placidness in your body, in your
Supple limbs. They convey your
Silence, your lack of action. You
Fumble with the keys, struggle
With your posture, yet in
Proud countenance do you seem
To work. What parody is this?