He sings…
In the middle of the morning
For no apparent reason
I can fathom
He must be happy
So it would seem
To those of us who hide in cubicles
Completing joyless tasks
Bitching and moaning
About nothing or less.
What wonder…
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Daily… I go about my work With hardly a thought Except finishing the next project Completing the new deadline Contemplating, that $50 an hour is not enough For my talents. You come to the Air Force Base unable to hear Hardly able to speak; Developmentally disabled They call you. You come to my office Waving [...] |
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