Working With Blind People...Literally - Poem by David Beckham
I could swear in my past life...
I must have had an affair with you
Am positive on that
I am not a big believer in reincarnation
I find stories like, 'Em...in my past life I was a spider? '
A tad bit ridiculous
But hey, I have to make sense of this office affair
And the best thing I can think of is that
I was this mean guy, who treated you so bad
Smashed your heart beyond repair...
Because, every time you come to work in the morning
I am struggling to make eye contact with you
Its a battle of, 'Who will get the first word in'
I get the same old feeling, same old vibe
You give us all the same old cold treatment
We are lucky if we get a smile
Nothing else starts the gossip going in the morning
Than when you pull one of those your numbers
'Em, I think she is PMSing again'
'No, she woke up on the wrong side again'
The behavior is the same
First, I used to think that you were blind
No! That we were blind
Actually, that we were too little to be seen
Yes! That we were trolls
Or perhaps some microorganism
Like the green ogre looking amoeba from biology class
Well that's just my imagination
And so I thought:
'If the mountain will not come to Mohammed, Mohammed will go to the mountain'
A bit of reverse psychology
And it worked...
She walked in this morning and the first thing she said was
'Good morning, everyone'
Now if only I can get the whole world
To reach across and say 'hello' to everyone
We would be one happy world
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