Tuesday, May 5, 2015

I'm So Bored at Work

I'm so bored at work, I could nearly cry,
I'm so bored at work, I could stick a pencil in my eye,
I'm so bored at work, I sit and wonder what,
or why it was that I went wrong, to end up in this rut.

What did I do wrong, oh Lord, that I'd be punished so?
I sit and wonder what it was, but I'll be damned if I know.
It's just that I had dreams in my youth, of better things to come,
it's not like I'm a lazy man, it's not like I'm a bum.

I used to work so hard at times, thinking I'd get ahead,
but as it would all turn out, things got worse instead.
And so while I'm at work, things wander through my mind,
just because that I'm so bored it helps to pass the time.

But let me tell you all today that I've not abandoned hope.
I still think I have a chance, it's not like I'm a dope.
All I need is one good break and I'd be on my way,
to something better than I have now to better and brighter Days.

Oh I'm so bored at work you know, that's why I wrote this poem,
It passed the time and eased my mind because I know where I'm goin'
To bigger and better things my friend, yes to much bigger and better things.
Because hope still springs eternal, and winter soon turns to spring?

A Poem From a Former PsychotiCorp Employee

Oh, so you fired me, like my life is really ruined,
You really did me a favor 'cause I no longer work for you.
it's not like you give raises or even a lousy bonus,
'Cause every time I bent over, I took it up the anus.

It's not like my heart is broken, I'll take it like a trooper,
You can take that job I had and stuff it up your pooper.
So take your lousy salary and your high and mighty ways,
I'll take my expertise and go work in some better place.

To think of all I had to do just to make a buck,
for some lousy jerk like you who couldn't give a F**k.
Oh, by the way you dope, you haven't got a clue.
That's why all your co-workers make so much fun of you.

I was tired of wearing a tie every day, it felt almost like a noose.
And tired of working for someone like you, a dirty rotten douche.
I dreaded every morning and dreaded every day,
that I would go in to work and P*ss my life away.

So many times I did my best without so much as a thanks,
I'm just glad I don't work for you anymore, you dirty rotten skanks.
So as I close this poem to you, and move on with my life,
I just want to say to you, scr*w you and your ugly wife.

Sincerely, your ex employee. Hugs and kisses forever. ;)

PS: kiss my butt!