Bored at work, but at least it's not the good old stagecoach
I long to write
but nothing comes
My nails I bite
and pick my gums
To wait and wait
that is the game
is it too late
is this poem lame
what's it about
why do i rhyme
my boss is out
i've got the time
to illustrate
my jumbled thoughts
stored in a crate
my dreams and wants
and there is a day
the path appears
i see the way
i'll cry no tears
no more starvation
creation heeds
no masterbation
corporate greed
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