Friday Afternoon

by Dr of Bishonomics   Apr 13, 2007


A cubicle surrounds me, a desk full of paper,
This afternoon's work piling up adding pressure,
But i'm not bothered don't even care,
It's Friday so my mind's not even there,
Staring out the window at the lifeless sky,
Everything cold and dull no bird on the fly,
Is it a mirror to my feelings at the mo,
All empty and hollow behind this closed door,
Or is it because i'm bored and don't wanna be here,
A new job a new life whatever wherever but not here,
Cause it's the same old voices with the same old stories,
Same old s.h.i.t they're trying to sell me,
Never mind there's a couple of hours left,
The weekend i'll make the most of that you can bet

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  • 17 years ago

    by Kelly

    Ha ha spot on!!
    Remember you work to live not live to work!
    Roll on Friday whoo hoo!!

    Kelly
    x

  • 17 years ago

    by 19Rusty

    Haha nice, reminds me of the movie "Office Space".