So you want me to work late again, because you're understaffed. Yet everyone else in this place, is sat upon their ***.
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.
ŠA Thomas Hawkins 2010 http://poetryinprogress.com
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