This Day, by KayDe$
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I sit at my desk
Thinking of what to do
My LCpl and Cpl saying
Get a clue!
But I don't mind
Cause with each demand
The clock continues to tick
And its almost lunch time
Messed up a few times
And all eyes are on me
Along with fingers in my face
And mouths saying find your place.
PFC at the bottom
With an unknowing state of what is to come
Lunch comes and goes
Now only 4 hours til I can go home.
Still at my desk
With nothing to do
Better start cleaning
Before I get chewed.
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Posted: 2009-07-17 17:01:56 UTC |
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2009-07-17 16:53:55 | KayDe$ |
I wrote this while being bored at work. |