I get up at six and let out a fart,
Time for another shitty day to start..
Wash, shave and clean your ass,
Be wary, O reader, for this poem is crass!!
Wait for the office bus that comes at eight,
It waits for no one, so you better not be late.
Get in and give your nods and fake hi- fives,
Knowing that these ass holes too are full of lies..
Sit in the bus for an hour or two,
Staring at the traffic like a monkey in a zoo.
Get into office when the clock strikes ten,
Just like a rabbit, entering a lions den!!
Here comes the boss with his big fake smile,
You can tell that he is full of shit away from a mile..
He nods at you meaning you need to go to his chamber,
A sure warning sign of the impending danger.
“Where are those numbers, and where is that file ?”
I have no idea of course, boy this could take a while..
Expletives and cuss words, some rhyming with duck,
I nod here and there, pretending that I give a fuck!!
“Get out!!” he shouts “and don’t come back to this place”,
I walk out the room, wiping spit off my face.
I sit in my cubicle, staring at the blue wall,
Thinking back to college, when I had it all!!
No shoes, no ties, no stupid dress code,
I lived like a king, a bullet I Rode;
No files, no papers, no worry about deadline,
All I thought about was Sunny Leone’s waistline..
But here I am today, crunching numbers and stuff,
Bursting my head, which is already full of fluff,
You and me are alike, we can be called Basheer or Bob,
But with the bottom of my heart, I hate my job!!!
