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written April 24, 1998 - on "Take Our Daughters to Work" Day
I'm sitting in a meeting and we're discussing the application form the floursecent lights are loud and this room is way too warm The lady down the table uses perfume way too much And the guy across from me His mouth never seems to shut The pens on the table Are lined neatly in a row, and I fidget with them as I Learn nothing I don't already know Around me I can hear "But," this and "But," that This is obviously a friendly associate chat All the walls are offish white The chairs are blue and black The air in here is so, so dry I'm sure my skin will crack Gosh, I need some water Can I get some, can I leave? Can I run away to anywhere else? Yes, but only in my DREAMS! |