Something to look forward to.
When the weather outside is most like the
weather inside the confines of my sheets,
it is not so hard to get out of bed.
The air is humid as breath and (compared to the last 4 months)
feels bath-water-warm.
What is hard is sitting at a desk
when the atmosphere cleary calls
for skin contact though long walks or porch sittin'
Would somebody please make my job interesting?
Though the paperclips I buy are for a good cause,
the envelopes I lick go to save the earth,
the telephone I answer is the voice
of little birds that need a home,
it is not enough.
My efforts over the last year and a half to make this job somthing more than secretary to Captain Planet have failed.
Though I declared myself editor of our magazine,
gave our organization an extream makeover, dabbing blues,
purples and greens galore
I am still required to make the coffee, make the deposits and make nice to the business types who assume that because there is an assistant in the room that they don't have to get the cream for their own damn coffee.
So with complete awarness of irony, I make my desision in this London Fog to finally make some efforts towards Britifying my self. Hopefully by this time next year I will be sipping cream and earl grey in veiw of the Welsh mountains. Tally ho!
weather inside the confines of my sheets,
it is not so hard to get out of bed.
The air is humid as breath and (compared to the last 4 months)
feels bath-water-warm.
What is hard is sitting at a desk
when the atmosphere cleary calls
for skin contact though long walks or porch sittin'
Would somebody please make my job interesting?
Though the paperclips I buy are for a good cause,
the envelopes I lick go to save the earth,
the telephone I answer is the voice
of little birds that need a home,
it is not enough.
My efforts over the last year and a half to make this job somthing more than secretary to Captain Planet have failed.
Though I declared myself editor of our magazine,
gave our organization an extream makeover, dabbing blues,
purples and greens galore
I am still required to make the coffee, make the deposits and make nice to the business types who assume that because there is an assistant in the room that they don't have to get the cream for their own damn coffee.
So with complete awarness of irony, I make my desision in this London Fog to finally make some efforts towards Britifying my self. Hopefully by this time next year I will be sipping cream and earl grey in veiw of the Welsh mountains. Tally ho!