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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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…
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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