It's not fair, sometimes,
That I find myself at work
On a pleasant day like this.
Please don't think me a jerk.
If only I could work at time
When it was not our part of day
And still be able to rack up hours
And still get the extra pay.
It's not fair to you,
As our weekends are so short
(So short that by the time you've looked starboard,
You've already seen port).
So, I suppose, the simplest
Solution would be
For me to find a geneticist
And make a clone of me.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
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