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Freddie the Furlough Getting Let Go

Freddie the furlough Sat there with his Merlot Watching the sun go up and down While his body got tan and brown They said they had full control That is what Freddie the Furlough was told Sitting in his cubicle one day They came over to say, ‘you are still going to get pay’ Are you asking me to take an absentee leave? Despite my hourly wages having not much of a fee It is time for you to go They repeated to Freddie the Furlough You do not need me I do see Without a tear Freddie the Furlough got up having no fear Tired of all this shtick Considered office tricks Freddie the Furlough knew he performed his tasks Honestly not needing to hide behind any corporate flask Resulting in wearing the afternoon mask Freddie the Furlough did not fold Instead he was pretty bold In dealing with this feeling of cold From this job they thought he loved And in reality the one he was ready to shove Freddie the Furlough Finished his Merlot With enough cash in his tin And knowing that the day was a win Entitling Freddie the Furlough to a Jimmy Buffet happy hour fin

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