Poetry

My Job

written by: Solum13

Stuck inside, locked away
No sign of the sun,
no birds chirping today
the weight of my heart weighs a ton

The clock beats on detfly
They click, and click, slowly
and my boss walks around daftly
With his smug smile, looks so holy

Click, and clack on the computer
Will my job really change the world
And the girl next to me couldnt be any cuter
I like when her hair is uncurled

Buisness trips, and mental slips
The headaches seem to grow
The only happiness is the days I skip
Everyday I try to think of reasons why to go

No one even knows my name
I'm just waiting for the office shoot out
Even if I go, it's all the same
No on will know what I'm even about

Why is it so uncommon
For people to do what they want
As if college is some sort of ommen
Telling us to get a job, by some sort of ghostly haunt

I'm so tired I'm dying in my desk
I'm getting fired today anyway
I should do something grotesque
and leave the work place happy at the end of the day