Work! Work! And Reap!

Work! Work! Work! And Reap! Work! Work! Work! And Sleep! Everyday most of we work Some of us love to work Some of us just want to rock Some of us want to lie on a beach or take a walk If we had our way, we could spend all day and talk But work we all must Or our lifestyles will go bust! We may then have to readjust To unacceptable standards of living in disgust Work! Work! Work! And Reap! Work! Work! Work! And Sleep! We all have different professions Some of us have silent confessions We fancy someone at work with an obsession Work is then fun with a passion until confusion Work! Work! Work! And Reap! Work! Work! Work! And Sleep! There are jobs that are monotonous The atmosphere is negatively outrageous Nothing in the air signifies hilarious Every single person is always very serious Sometimes played at work Is the kind of politics That makes one quite sick This is where the strong kick Kick hardest the backside of the weak But work we all must Or our lifestyles will go bust! As we find ourselves lost And then try hard to readjust So do we swallow? Or is fighting back shallow Will it leave in your pocket a dent that is hollow? Or produce a scene labeled horror Enough to leave you in tears of sorrow I don't have all the answers I know work is a living cancer People at work ought to be a little nicer Everyone needs to make a living including a dancer! Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi