Paperwork Plague
Paperwork is the scourge
Of every occupation
Every day you hear the sighs
Coming from the population
Reams of paper pile up high
Deadlines come up quick
You’re stressed right up to the max
Your boss gets on your wick
Rapidly you lose the will
To continue with the day
Resist the urge to kick the wall -
Just bin the lot
and
walk
away....
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