we were told to go on leave
by the end of this month; may
reason being our customers
are in europe cruising the sea
that rings a bell i could write
the whole day nonstop; pretty
i have an option to work at office
staring at computer pretending
busy to the eyes of unknowing
idling for the minds of practicing
either way time runs its normalcy
i go home worthy of my petty pay
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