Secret Agent

(9-10-95 / Australia)

Workplace Woes


Oh woe is me
I have to work
in a boring, desk-set office

where the coffee is cold
the people get old
and the only thing working
is the furnace

Oh woe is me
my only friend
is a slight nerd called Thomas

whose glasses have fraid
pants seen better days
and eats everything with humace

Oh woe is me
I've forgotten what my job is
in this workplace

So In the distant future
On a day like today
I'll call in sick
and take a holiday

Submitted: Sunday, May 02, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, June 15, 2011

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