The genius of the workforce
truly can astound
They work from dawn to dusk,
or the other way round
Turn back age induced pinnochiosis
using the insitutional grindstone;
Magically create a well-rounded bottom
just working their minds to the bone
They thrive on unreal air
and grow spectacles in unreal light
One pointed devotion to that wish list
doesn't matter if it's even right
There is more, much more
that I would like to say;
About how liberating it is,
Now that i'm quitting and going away
But why not let it be for now
There is still work to do
A week to finish whatever,
then off into the blue!!
Yeah... I'm at work, and so, so bored!!!!!!
4 comments:
it even rhymes!
and for the rest of the symptoms, what can i say.
waiting for the day when i'm paid to go away :P
hahahahaha... you rhymed too!!!!
is that the poet or the historian talking?
that you are leaving is the only thing i understood!sigh...awful i am at these poems!
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