Working Work Works (I Guess!) Poem by Craig Edwards

I work, I eat, I sleep and I repeat,
On Monday to Sunday like a drum count on the beat,
Caffeine mixed with nicotine and the caffeine gives my body a zing,
Like the oil of a combustion engine with smoke coming out the ending,
I'm pretending I'm awake, I would love to break a leg for a little break!
I'm so funny, yes I am I told the traffic to play the latest jam,
But if I'm late I'll be toast the management will put me out to roast,
Fired, fired, water fire, fire stick you job I retire!