| THE LOST DR. SEUSS POEM | ||
L 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 gray, and piles of paper that grow 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 it’s software; I hug it often though it won’t care. I love each program and every file. I’d love them
more if they worked a while. I’m
happy to be here. I am. I am. I’m the
happiest slave of the Firm, I am. I love the work,
I love the 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!!!!! |
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