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I’ve picked at it, tore at it
Pulled it with my teeth
My mouth filled up with nibbled bits
Which gave me loads of grief 

I had to rinse and gargle
With diluted chlorine bleach
Every time its just the same
Success seems out of reach

It’s like another groundhog day
It’s never any better 
Well this time is the final time
I’m gonna write a letter 

They say a job ain’t finished
’til the paperwork is done
I chuck this one across the room 
And try another one

I’m trying hard to calm myself
But feel my anger grow
Someone needs to tell me
’cause I really need to know...

Whoever has a job
Where their single daily goal
Is gluing down the the first ten sheets
Of every toilet roll



26 June 2021
Contest: Let Er Rip #3
Sponsor: John Lawless

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