Treasure Island

Micron


work - Im a mug


We spend so much of our lives
Doing tasks for others we strives
We try to do our best to serve all
But inevitably sometimes things fall
For years you try to do your best
Work stupid hours when you need to rest
Sometimes only getting a few hrs sleep
Keeping on while inside does weep
A chance delay of only half a day
Emergency treatment from work so was away
Results in others jumping up and down
Moaning complaining they did frown
Complaining that this rare delay occurred
For my blood they had me cornered
Official complaints to the director
That awkward person didn’t get it done faster
For once I didn’t stay work into the night
I guess I lacked for once that insight
In the past if ill I make up time
But I’m tired worn and at the moment past my prime
So for my blood they will have to call
Because I had to recover for a short time that’s all

Submitted: Tuesday, March 03, 2009
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