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After college, I worked for Boeing
An engineer in Aero Space
They gave me a desk in a large room 
Mostly Engineers in that place

I’d only worked there a shot time
When I had an incident
I bent over to pick up something
The seat of my pants did vent

I was wearing a sport coat and tie
The uniform of the day
So I took side steps out of the room
Afraid of what someone might say

Thinking ahead as I left the room
As I passed the last desk there
I swiped a stapler sitting on top
A secretary gave a stare

I sneaked down the hall to the men’s room
Where an open stall I found
Took off my pants and looked at a rip
From the top all the way down

I sat down and started to staple
It made a loud clicking sound
Someone was in the stall next to me
My noise was making confound

“Do you need some help in there fellow”
These were the words he spoke
“What are doing to make that noise,
Is this some sort of a joke?”

I told him the noise was a stapler
It’s something I have to fix
Although he stopped asking me questions
He still suspected  a trick

I must have used a hundred staples
This had to last me all day
I had to sit on staple chain mail
But it never did gave way


When I finally got home that evening
My wife asked, “How was your day?
And why are you walking so funny
 You never do walk that way”

Before I can tell you the story
I need some nursing and care
What happened to me at work today
Was just totally unfair

She was putting some salve on my butt
As I related my day
“Sounds like your job is so dangerous,
You should get hazardous pay!”

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