Working weak

Work sucks. here’s a poem about it

When the office is stuffy 

And the weather is bleak

Throw 2 fingers up 

To the working week

Leave that depressing

Un-productive hub

Set yourself up

In a cozy pub

Read new ideas

On how to make yourself rich

And soon you’ll no longer be

Your corporation’s bitch

Because life is long

And it’s supposed to be happy

Not spent regretting why

Your situation is crappy

Throw your suit in the bin

With a triumphant scream

Do what you want

Follow your dream

2 thoughts on “Working weak”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s