Working for a living

The morning is clear as can be

Bacon fills the air while coffee is brewing

I barely wake up to enjoy the day

then my boss calls me.

I roll my eyes so everyone can see

I hate working for a living.

I put the phone down

eat my bacon and sip some coffee

I go outside to breathe some fresh air

then my boss calls me

I roll my eyes so everyone can see

I hate working for a living.

I go back inside to grab a leash

I decide to take my dog running.

I go around the block

Up through the neighborhood

and down the street.

Next thing you know,

my boss calls me.

I roll my eyes so everyone can see.

I finally decide I need to go to work

to make a living.

 

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