TGIF! And to celebrate that we here at Cubiclues are bringing you another of our original poems. This one is called "White Collar Woes"!
White Collar Woes
I lie in bed at five past six and can't bear the thought of work,
My name card says senior executive but I'm just a glorified clerk,
My colleagues are all idiots but my boss doesn't seem to know,
Maybe it's because she's in the dictionary under the word bimbo.
I sit in my cubicell and stare at the walls,
I do nothing all day but shake and bake balls,
I pass the time by daydreaming about my year end vacation,
While I surf porn sites from my little workstation.
Watercooler time, let's check what's the goss,
Bob says he knows something funny about the boss,
He swears me to secrecy and proceeds to tell it so,
That the boss used to be a dude like five years ago.
Two three four o'clock five o'clock rock!
I'm outta my seat and punched out the clock,
Heading back home before I'm driven any more insane,
Another two days till I get those white collar woes again!
Have a grrrreat weekend everybody!
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