She Told Me
I have just come back home
From the call center office
You called me many a time
It was of course a chime
Yes, talking to you certainly
As they are always of glee
Would indeed have been a respite
In these working hours tight
But the bloody headphone
Under which I’ve to groan
Has taken over both my ears
They must only him hear
What the audio will convey
Whether January or May
And the computer vision syndrome
Tells upon my chromosome
The monitor fills all my vision
I am forced into the fusion
Listening reading and writing
With myself I keep fighting
When you call me on a chat
It has obviously to fall flat
Hour after hour in a row
Damn helpless robotic bow
Over my fiberglass disgusting desk
A pitiable horrid statuesque
Have neither rain nor dew
I know I was rude to you
Excuse me please if you can
Have now just returned
Ten hours of damn taxing job
Terribly troubles my peace
I sit at my pale window
The train departs anxiously
A melancholy engine in a shadow
Drops me off more lonely
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