A Days Work

Tue, 02/23/2016 - 16:02 -- Tia15

The sound of keys on a key board

with the sounds of telephones

makes my brain want to pop.

Sitting down in a chair,

spinning from side to side

I am very bored

I wish this day will stop.

Phone call after phone call,

nonchalant in the voices,

makes the day go by slower.

Two more hours on the job,

I tell myself

and it will all be over.

 

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