I drift at work, shuffling through the boring reams
Analyzing paper works, as my imagination steams
Dream bunnies come to me, with never a cry or scream
They cuddle up so innocent, their bunny eyes do gleam
Clean, if you must, I've often heard of such extremes
A clean desk in reality, dust bunnies, in your dreams
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
I drift at work, shuffling through the boring reams
Analyzing paper works, as my imagination steams
Dream bunnies come to me, with never a cry or scream
They cuddle up so innocent, their bunny eyes do gleam
Clean, if you must, I've often heard of such extremes
A clean desk in reality, dust bunnies, in your dreams
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