I know he means well when he does his rounds
His childish behaviour knows no bounds
A manager by title, and title alone
I cringe at his presence through to the bone
He asks how I am with a sickening grin
Is my mental health ok, he says on a whim
Because I'm ****** off does he think I am mad
Enough of you now I really have had
Night shifts in this place can mess with your mind
But I yearn for the rest days that follow behind
Its then I can rest and find peace within
And forget the baffoon with the immature grinn
Dawn has now risen my shifts nearly done
Soon I can go home, my times begun
Its now time to rejoin the land of the living
And the things that to me make life fullfilling
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
I know he means well when he does his rounds
His childish behaviour knows no bounds
A manager by title, and title alone
I cringe at his presence through to the bone
He asks how I am with a sickening grin
Is my mental health ok, he says on a whim
Because I'm ****** off does he think I am mad
Enough of you now I really have had
Night shifts in this place can mess with your mind
But I yearn for the rest days that follow behind
Its then I can rest and find peace within
And forget the baffoon with the immature grinn
Dawn has now risen my shifts nearly done
Soon I can go home, my times begun
Its now time to rejoin the land of the living
And the things that to me make life fullfilling
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