re: I need help writing a poem for work

I am the guy with a boss that's the worst
I am sick and fricking tired of all things diverse
I am about to say "frick you I quit"
I am telling you that your poem idea is shite
I am not going to win this contest
I am still winning at life though because I took a shite on your desk

I am going home.
I am leaving, it's Friday.
I am out of here.

quote:

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probably similar to the one I started that began with "I am not a ditch digger"

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What rhymes with ditch digger?

I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration
That made Lady sing the blues

I am the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right

I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun
The inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son
The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come
And I'mma remain a soldier till the war is won

I am not working
I am writing some lines
To fulfill your request
And take up some time

But enough about me
Let's talk about you
Besides pointless poetry
What do you do?

Is it really a job?
How much are you paid
To treat grown arse adults
Like they're still in 4th grade?

I truly apologize
If I seem hateful or rude
It's just that I'm not
In the poetry mood

My work is piling up
As I'm writing these words
The phone keeps ringing
This shite's for the birds

Thank God it's Friday
The only good I can find
In wasting my day
and falling behind

So thank you, HR
For the chance to rhyme
To BS a poem
On the company dime.

I guess I should say
Something about me--
I was not hired
To write poetry

I get up everyday
and do my job well
Then I go home
and pretend it's not hell

To work with such morons
Who are paid to think
Of worthless assignments
That cause me to drink.

That's pretty much it.
I've nothing more to say.
Except that you now
Owe me three hours of pay.

I need a taking a bow emoticon.

quote:

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I am not working
I am writing some lines
To fulfill your request
And take up some time

But enough about me
Let's talk about you
Besides pointless poetry
What do you do?

Is it really a job?
How much are paid
To treat grown arse adults
Like they're still in 4th grade?

I truly apologize
If I seem hateful or rude
It's just that I'm not
In the poetry mood

My work is piling up
As I'm writing these words
The phone keeps ringing
This shite's for the birds

Thank God it's Friday
The only good I can find
In wasting my day
and falling behind

So thank you, HR
For the chance to rhyme
To BS a poem
On the company dime.

I guess I should say
Something about me--
I was not hired
To write poetry

I get up everyday
and do my job well
Then I go home
and pretend it's not hell

To work with such morons
Who are paid to think
Of worthless assignments
That cause me to drink.

That's pretty much it.
I've nothing more to say.
Except that you now
Owe me three hours of pay.

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Beautiful. A woman after my own heart. That was terrific

Roses are red
Violets are blue
IDGAF
About you

Roses are red
Green is the grass
Please tell me boss
To Kiss my black a$$