Thursday, July 22, 2004

The Lost Dr. Seuss Poem

I love my job.  I love the pay.
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, he is the best.
I love his boss and all the rest.

I love my office and its location.  I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and grey, and piles of paper that growe each day.
I think my job is really swell, there's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers, I love their leers and jeers and sneers.
I love my computer and its softwares, I hug it often though it won't care.
I love each program and every file, I love them more if they worked a while.

I am happy to be here, I am, I am.
I am the happiest slave of the firm, I am
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my  job, I'll say it again, I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who've come today, in clean white coats to take me away.


Willer said...


and no fair on the all-spanish post. Not right, man, not right.

Josh said...

lol....sorry dude, couldnt help it.