So you want me to work late again,
because you're understaffed.
Yet everyone else in this place,
is sat upon their ass.
I work twice as hard as everyone,
while they just coast along.
Yet you come to me each weekend,
and sing me the same song.
You say its because I'm good,
which I guess makes the others bad
You try and stroke my ego
do you think that I'm that sad
Well sorry boss but I got plans
so no can do this time
Perhaps you can get one of them
to tow the company line.
Of course they do not want to
what made you think they would
They don't have to give their weekend up
but for some reason I should?
Well like I said I'm busy
got me some stuff to do
Dont worry, while I'm at the beach
I'll be thinkin' of you.
The Community Poetry Project
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