T.G.I.F
Thank god it’s Friday!
I’d thought you’d never come
It’s been a damn long week,
Just sitting on my bum!
I’ve been searching for a job,
Looking high and low
Googling the bloody internet,
Every place I know...
Yes I applied for lots of jobs,
Even though not qualified...
I tell you I’m just worn out,
And my brain is nearly fried...
CV’s and Resume’s,
Certificates a mile high...
I’ve submitted here and there,
From Perth to Gundagai...
I must admit I waivered,
At some jobs I saw this week...
Like the one down at the morgue,
This one would be unique...
I’m not worried about the dead,
They don’t bother me...
But the chilling sound of that bone saw,
Is not my cup of tea...
I thought about being a gigolo,
And my wife burst into tears...
It wasn’t that she was jealous,
But it was the best joke she heard for years...
So like I said it’s Friday,
And I need to have a drink...
I feel I have done my bit,
And don’t care what others think!
Len Newey