Work Is Hell Poem by tiyler durden
Work Is Hell
Rating: ★1.6
I sit behind this TV screen
All day long, know what I mean
I take orders and give them
To all a sundry I delegate them
Will the work ever stop?
My head it may pop
From work over load
I cannot find light in this deep hole
Will I ever meet an angel?
Who can save me from this hell?
Thursday, November 10, 2005
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4/25/2024 2:33:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Not bad Tyler durden getting better all the time man..go for it