My Secret Job
I have a strange job at work,
What I do is quite unique,
I do it each and every day,
Every day of the long work week.
My job is to freeze all I see,
Make time stop for everyone,
Then I go around undoing the bad,
Wherever bad's been done.
And this makes my day stretch out,
Becoming like a week,
A week of silently fixing things,
A week where no one can speak.
But, oddly, I’m not sure if my boss
Knows exactly what I do,
That I fix the bad stuff she does at work,
I don’t think she has a clue.
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