Poem|Work

in #poem5 months ago (edited)

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I sat and I stood
Mind racing as I brood
Papers littered
Files scattered.

My heap of pens over bitten
As though handled by a dog who hasn’t eaten
Yesterdays work glares
Like Christmas lights it flares
I try hard to tune myself to be one with it
But all I really want to do is to get up and split.

I love my job; oh yes I do
To it I have always remained true
Come rain or shine
Am dead busy by nine
It was my divinity
Not just my part to prosperity.

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