The Lions Den
Hate is such a strong word
Much mental anguish will be incurred
Maintaining this painful thought
Is a long way from hitting the jackpot
This place which I spend most of the day
Makes me want to breakaway
Leave this mundane office with no daylight
Escape from the hustle of the bull fight
A place where silence is king
My stress will release like a coil spring
A few moments of empty brain space
Will give me a chance to try and erase
The misery of the place I call work
I will be standing there with a smirk
Watching the next poor crew of work men
Walking into the lion’s den
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