
I'd work harder if you gave me more. I wouldn't hate life so much if you gave me more. Instead, I am going to sleep at my desk. A bloated fish stinking on the shore, I on your payroll.
November 24th, 2009 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems

I'd work harder if you gave me more. I wouldn't hate life so much if you gave me more. Instead, I am going to sleep at my desk. A bloated fish stinking on the shore, I on your payroll.
November 24th, 2009 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems