My Unusual Job
I have an unusual job
All I have to do is lob
On their doorstep once a week
And then I go to bed for a sleep
Every two hours I am woken up
I take their tablets in their scheduled sup
For I now make my living
Testing drugs in their measured vision.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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