mornings come too early
evenings come too late
afternoons just don't seem to come at all
but that's coz i'm holed up in an office stall
surrounded by lifeless gray cubicle walls
i have a ton of work to do
deadlines that beckon me to prove
i have what it takes
that my skills take the cake
a crooked smile i must paste
on my 30-something year-old's face
and God forbid i ever be late
lest i forget what i must create
i wonder if they'd ever come to my wake
probably...to mingle and celebrate
my corporate demise, my sad luckless fate
lying face down in corporate design waste.
is it friday yet?
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