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Work
Contributed by
vr2776
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Monday, 5th December 2011 @ 09:48:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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In a box, papers pinned to the wall
looking at the clock
waiting anxiously for time to advance...
Babies crying, people talking, phones ringing,
the world going on around me
As I sit here in a trance...
Sitting in a uncomfortable chair...
Punching the words on my keyboard
as at my screen I stare...
My name being called,
emails to be sent...
someone needing something
Out of shape I'm bent...
Tick Tock, Click, Clack
Papers ruffling, doors slamming
Feet stomping
as I sit in this box
There may be a time or two
When one comes to see me in my cell...
But only to complain, I hate my job
Or the latest Gossip they tell...
No one real in this place
Everything is just a front...
We all walk around just
being what they want...
Sadly here I come to daily
and where most of my day is
spent...
Well what can I do I must
pay the rent...
There is a place in between the
hours where there is a moment in time...
Where I feel like this isnt so bad
I know I can get by....
Then reality hits
and again I am faced...
with the truth that
I really hate this place...
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2011-12-05 09:48:18]
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Re: Work
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by emystar on
Monday, 5th December 2011 @ 09:53:00 AM AEST
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You did a great job with this write. I imagine many can relate.
blessings
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