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I'm dreaming of
another day,
But this one will not go away,
It hangs around and gives me pain,
And starts to drive me quite insane.
It starts so early,
half past five,
I am awake, but not alive,
The sun is up, but in my eyes,
Though half asleep, I soon arise.
I make some coffee,
read the news,
(I'd love to get a little snooze),
But daylight only lasts a day,
So I am up and on my way.
I grab a taxi, head for
work,
(For I am just a payroll clerk),
I'm crunching numbers, what a blast,
I wish this day would go by fast.
I'm in a coma in
this job,
I write the cheques and pay the mob,
But they are so upset with me,
It makes me want to up and flee.
They say that they
should get a raise,
I try to calm them with some praise,
And tell them that they're doing fine,
But all they do is wimp and whine.
Another day, another
dime,
The corporate ladder I would climb,
But I don't have the time or strength,
To run the race and go the length.
So I just sit behind
this desk,
And try to look so statuesque,
And though a smile is on my face,
My mind is in another place.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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