I sit at work

With my thumb up my ass

Waiting for

This time to pass

It's cool outside and I forgot my coat

This morning I awoke to a raw sore throat

The pressure's on and I suck so hard

I only desire food coated in lard

I want to sleep and leave right now

And relay that I'm spent

But do not know how

To articulate the obvious that I am too sick to be here

And explain that "not leads, it's bed I hold dear"

You work me and work me until I am weak

I use up my voice

Until I can't speak

It's not my turn to do very well

Take me out of my misery

Take me out of this Hell.

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