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My Poetic Revolt in the Workplace

Each workday I grumble Battling in the rubble Of the fragments of instructions And the glaring misdirections I silently scream Trapped in this hellish dream Of this pit I cannot escape Dragging my sanity by its nape So I punch my computer Since I'm no sharpshooter My petty revolt Since I'm but a chained colt And in my protest An act of rebellious jest Instead of work I rhyme Until it's quitting time


Each workday I grumble
Battling in the rubble
Of the fragments of instructions
And the glaring misdirections

I silently scream
Trapped in this hellish dream
Of this pit I cannot escape
Dragging my sanity by its nape

So I punch my computer
Since I'm no sharpshooter
My petty revolt
Since I'm but a chained colt

And in my protest
An act of rebellious jest
Instead of work I rhyme
Until it's quitting time

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