(It was a BAD day at work!!!)
The day begins much as usual,
Work lists set out for my perusal.
Sort it! Find it! Work it out!
Makes me want to scream and shout!
It's not my job,
Not my responsibility
Way, way, WAY beyond my ability!
Who cares? Who knows? who'll shoulder the burden?
Who will ease this workload?
Cos of this I'm certain...
If something doesn't give,
If this stress does not stop...
Then they'll soon be carting me off
In a big wooden box!!
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