Anonamus

Office Job

Like a lifeless limb i lie here,

Drained of all creativity,

Lost in a world of tax-codes

Email Adresses and dried out pens.

 

But at least theres free coffee,

And I dont have to wear a tie,

As if thats a fair trade,

For my sanity and my joy.

Comments1

  • Lorna

    I had to make my living in a corporation but managed never to take it home w/me and had a life of adventures on the outside..... it is absolutely hell you are living........ Just keep telling yourself that you are using THEM! Isn't it awful ....... you're not alone!

    • Anonamus

      Thanks for the reassurance



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