I Hate My Job 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

I do it cuz they pay me
My services cost a hefty fee
It was fun while it lasted
Now I wanna get blasted
My mind is going crazy
I'm feeling really lazy
I want to go to Amsterdam
Forward  my letters, I'll be on the lamb
There's nowhere I can go
Because my bills say I owe
Please God, please get me out of this
Work is hell, I want bliss
I want to fly away with the wind
Soar over hills and cattle that graze
Warm by your fire and feel your blaze
Lie you down in fields of green wheat
Languish in your love til I feel complete
Your hair so long and gold
You are not whithered and old
Tender to the touch
The girl I want so much
Lips so full like cherry delight
Your body curvaceous and so damn tight
We can fly with the wind my purple dove
We can languish in ecstacy my beautiful love
Twisting and turning entangled embrace
I love your beautiful baby face
Hold my hand and walk with me now
Show the others what they're missing and how
Come with me baby and live at my place
Every morning when I wake up I'll see your pretty face
Oh but I'm still right here back at my desk
Staring at this stuff I gotta do like it's a lousy test
I hate my job
I hate my job
I hate my job