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I don't pretend to be talented but sometimes an idea invokes such powerful emotions only verse can satisfy the compulsion to express them.
An Ode To The Day Job:
I can't express my constant disdain Nor avoid this silent dulling pain The constant clicking of electric mouses Drowns my envy of the rich in their houses
The tapping of keys on boards unstopping Like a million clocks all ticking and tocking I'm want to self induce an epileptic fit But that's not a standard worker benefit
With food in a global crisis and gasoline high Of course a big wage hike is verily nigh Or would be if this world was close to fair But wages are turtles and bills are hares
And so we slave and all for peanuts Perfectly content to live as wingnuts Alas I must go now my boss is lurking She doesn't know yet that I'm not working. -BB
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Turning misery into comedy gold, that subsequentially can be converted into cash and then real gold. I can dig this.
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