MY CUBICLE

“MY CUBICLE”

My job is stupid, My day’s a bore,
Inside this office, From 8 to 4.

Nothing ever happens, My life is pretty blank,
Pretending that I am working, Pray I don’t get canned.

My cubicle, my cubicle, It’s 1 of 62,
It’s my small space, In a crowded place,
Just a six by six board booth, And I hate it, that’s the truth.

When I give a sigh, As the boss walks by,
No one ever talks to me, Or looks me in the eye,
And I really should work, But instead I just sit here, And surf the internet.

And my cubicle, my cubicle, It doesn’t have a view,
It’s my small space, In a crowded place,
I sit inside there too, And sometimes I sit here nude.