Day Job

Four days left in the week
And already I look ahead
I’m tired, so anxious
Dazed, confused, and seeing red
Sometimes the days seem so long…
I wish my boss hadn’t taken my bong…
Sometimes the days seem long… so long…
I stare at the clock
It doesn’t move, no not at all
The work day is so long
Like a night of insomnia
Sometimes the days seem so long…
I wish my boss hadn’t taken my bong…
Sometimes the days seem long… so long…
So I shut my eyes and fantasize about anything that’ll come to mind
The more perverse the better
I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the really horrendous things I could be
doing
I shut my eyes and fantasize, there better be more than this
Is this a really bad joke
I could be out right now doing all the really horrendous things I’ve been
imagining
It couldn’t possibly be so boring… so boring… so boring…
Friday, only one more day
To endure this tediousness
The clock won’t move at all
So I wait and I wait
Sometimes the days seem so long…
I wish my boss hadn’t taken my bong…
Sometimes the days seem long… so long…
So I shut my eyes and fantasize about anything that’ll come to mind
The more perverse the better
I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the really horrendous things I could be
doing
It couldn’t possibly be so boring