Shredding Nine to Five
Every working day
I get stuck in the shredder
I need my umbrella
I try to find a way out
Guess what happens
It starts raining shredded blue paper
The noise of the munching shredder
Just like loud lingering thunder
I can’t escape
The raining blue shredded paper and the munching loud lingering thunder
All I have is my umbrella
It starts to rain
It starts to thunder
I just want to escape
It happens five days a week
It is my nine to five
It is my daily grind
At five I can escape
My daily grind
My working day
Shredding Nine to Five
Your Fully Clothed Poet
Toria
15/9/2021
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