I sit at my desk trying to look like I produce
But all I can pull off is slightly obtuse
I pick up my phone and call my old number
If someone should answer it would be a bummer
Getting paid to make calls can be great
But every 2 minutes I need a break
If you enjoyed this poem please consider buying me a beer. Thanks.- Some poems that may be related or just fun to read...
- Can't find any right now. Try the archives.
Comments
