Message #69314

[gee4]

The rat race is tough
As we all know
Better hold on tight
And go with the flow

With the bills to pay
The food and the rent
It flies through our fingers
So quickly spent

The credit crunch
Has taken its toll
Let’s hear some good news
Let’s rock n roll!

Roll on the summer
Let’s get a tan
And forget about work
Take a break, man!

So many places
So little time
I’m doing my best
To make this rhyme

So here’s to those folk
There’s many like me
Who want a new job
A place to be free,
Of the gossip and fuss
The coughing and sneezing
The tapping of pens
It’s just disbelieving

Never before
In my working day
Have I ever encountered
Such skivers at play

The world is our oyster
What does that mean?
Can someone tell me
Or else I’ll scream

Is it Friday yet?
Are we hanging on?
For the hands on the clock
To say, Be Gone!

And so as I sit
And wait for my break
I think to myself
The best things in life come to those who wait