Topic: Crap I Don't Understand
Each day at work, I'm faced with a task...
usually given by some sort of ass.
Forced to pretend and don my happy mask
When all I'm wishing for is a nip from my flask.
Of course, that could be because I'm a big drunk
But it could also just be that I'm sick of this junk.
Some others say I might be harboring rage,
To them I'd agree, it's not just a stage.
For now, I admit that I'm really just joking
To avoid seeing colleagues I'd like to be choking.
That being said, it's efforts like this...
Horrible poetry allows me some bliss.
I have a job and for that I am glad,
Cause really, seriously, this job ain't that bad.