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Contributed by vr2776 on Monday, 5th December 2011 @ 09:48:18 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



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 isn’t 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...




Copyright © vr2776 ... [ 2011-12-05 09:48:18]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Work (User Rating: 1 )
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
emy




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