Off Like a Terd of Hurtles

Gone are the days of staring at walls

Typing the words that make no sense at all

Listening to mumbling, burping and farts

With pauses that seem like they’re hours apart

They misuse grammar with a confident nod

Along with instructions that imply they are God

Locked shoulders, stiff fingers, pain in the coccyx

With management styles that prove to be toxic

Close to thirty years of this has taken its toll

But today I’m officially going to get up and roll

Out of bed and to work where the people are there

They actually care if I wash my hair

I am free at last and grateful beyond measure

Starting today I’ve found my treasure

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