Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Working Stiff

Why are some offices full of creeps?
Why doesn't anyone run over them with jeeps?
Why do they torture us all?
Why don't they just pause and stall?
No wonder we have to refer to them in beeps.


A begum I would love to be
Lie around all day drinking tea
Coffee parties and clothes,
Sitting around picking my nose,
How I would be filled with glee.


Desk is piled with boring papers
Head is filled with crazy capers
When did we get so old?
To the devil the soul is sold
Slowly our energy tapers.


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