Our Friday Blues

This is a poem that a friend and I wrote during the day at the office. Don’t know if any of you ever feel like what a pointless day, you feel lazy to do any work even though you know its mounting up and getting bigger and bigger. I have been blocked from using the good ol’ Facebook AND Messenger! This destroyed me as the only thing that really helps me pass the days of work is having some sort of communication from the exterior of my cage. So now I have gone to the emails, which is good too but not as fast. Moments at work when there is nothing to do I stare into my screen pressing refresh hoping someone will send me a chainmail, or a youtube.com video (without sound) , so from this we started this Poem.
It is a random one, where we started sending the random lines and tried to make it rhyme. We ended up doing this the whole day so it is funny to see what thoughts arrive in our fantastic (rolling the eyes) office jobs. Its basically one liners each and whatever is in brackets is our thoughts on our oh so impressive thoughts.


This is the most non serious poem you will read,
But hopefully it will make sense..

Friday morning, end of the week
5 days of work made our future look bleak,
Only 2 days off now, let’s try not to freak

Lets start off the night with some AFC
and go fuckin crazy,
With a bottle or two of Hennesey

After the meal we drink more and more
it won’t stop till we wake up with our heads all sore
lets hope it was worth it and wasn’t a bore

The we have Saturday and Sunday to rest
lets try to use those days to our best?!?
at cooking, footie and cleaning our nest-???

Maybe we started this poem too early,

Or you are just being a girlie!
(lol)
but my name is not Shirley

Oh how we hope today goes fast
Unlike this poem that is going to last and last and last
why do they make as suffer so much, i feel like I am in class

Maybe we should go back to school
Those days weren’t so cool
but I sm bored of looking like a fool

wow today i have work..
I feel like a jerk
but dinner tonight is our perk (GOOD ONE)

I cant believe we are not even halfway through the day
Feels like ten more hours...uff how gay
I think i will hit someone over the head with a tray

i wonder who that someone would be?
Probably brady or DT (Andy rhymes as well)
Hopefully they are too busy to see.

there has go to be a faster way out of here
click our fingers and the exit is near
i could really do with a pint of beer
even a vodka lemon is on the mind
anything alcoholic i can find
just to relase the stress and leave work behind (GOOD ONE)

It's almost lunchtime, a small escape
an hour to have a almost decent meal and a grape.
I could do with a big fat steak (GOOD!) (better than my grape. lol)
then we go back to the hole we work at
am I ever gonna see the end of bat?
I don’t think so uf i smell a rat! (GOOD ONE)

I’m starting to fall asleep
I need to go home before i weep
Where are the benefits I’m supposed to reap?!?!?

Cava on a Friday isn’t that what you do?
Now and again, but it all tastes like poo (GOOD :-)
Is that why you lot always need the loo? (HA)

I feel like im on death row
Awating trial and just wanting to run and go (u proper inspired now!!)
i really wish i was in the know!?!?

Atleast today you finish early.
I think im in love with liz hurley
Why is that? you saw her bday on imdb? (quality)
Its actually the birthday of angela lansbury (even more quality)

I had my lunch and now i feel full
I feel like ive eaten a mule
Now back to work although i fancy a game of pool (HA HA)

We are so close yet so far to the end
If i have to stay more than my time i assure you i will go round the bend (you are too good at this)
I think im going to show the world my belend!?!?!?!? HA HA HA HA

An hour to go for you.
But im still feeling blue
But soon we will meet and be stuck like glue (ehem i got to control your drinking)

(you are too good at this!!)


So this is the tale of a friday in the office (so are you)
We are true professionals not a novice
This place is far from bliss

By Shorty & Cheeky Monkey, BCN city, 16-10-09

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