8.23.2012

Shoo, Vile Bile!



Why does it happen
Year after year
Crappy workmates
My reputation they smear

I'm sick of the stabbing
The hits to the back
They act all helpful and friendly
But they're really just a quack

So year after year
I struggle and I cope
And things seem to work out
It gives me some hope

And then I forget
For just a short while
Before the next year
Again brings up the bile

So every week I wonder
And every day now too
What say I about walking away
Without anything more to do?

What a huge relief
I think that'll be
Sometimes I can't wait,
Can't wait to be free

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