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In the office (Free verse) by phauge If nobody is looking
we can play all day.
Your eyes burn my head
At work, but I'd rather be in bed.
Gimmie some shelter from your loving
your passion scorches me from acid rain.
The polution in your soul can't hide you from the dammed.
Take off your petty coat
and your pants.
Your post-its and your Drano
are no match for my bordem.
In the office
these are thoughts in my mind.
Up the ladder:
Vice, Depravation, and Solace
Down the ladder:
Remember Love
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Posted: November 8, 2004 6:47 PM PST; Last modified: November 8, 2004 6:47 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.8814354 Overall Rank: 10004 Comments:
perhaps during the hours of boredom, you might read, or, I don't know, learn how to spell? Or, here is another idea...focus on whatever task you are performing, so as not to completely fuck it up.
what is gimmie? If only you had rhymed something with 'drano', this would have been an automatic 10 115 view(s)
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death, love, pain, and loss--
these are the thoughts in my mind
while in the office