It seems you're always behind
And the piles of work
Make you look like a jerk
You wait for your break
And you can't afford steak
Bills all need to be paid
You don't have it made
And you can't afford steak
Bills all need to be paid
You don't have it made
You have to pay bills
No time for your ills
So take those darn pills
And head for the hills
No time for your ills
So take those darn pills
And head for the hills
Load up on caffeine
And don't be so mean
You need to make green
Show up at the scene
And don't be so mean
You need to make green
Show up at the scene
Work till you retire
Or maybe inspire
That deep inner fire
That sends all dreams higher
Or maybe inspire
That deep inner fire
That sends all dreams higher
Right now I'll just go
Just work for my dough
A tough row to hoe
But the money does show
Just work for my dough
A tough row to hoe
But the money does show
5 comments:
Well,well,well
Who knew there was a poet hiding in you !!!
This would be perfect for a country song!
As big as I am, there could be several others hiding in me;)
Glad you found my newest blog.
Didn't know you were so talented Cliff! I should have known!
I liked this poem. It's how I felt at work this morning too.
Love it!
That was great!
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