Who Is Your Neighbor
I’m feeling so squared right now in my cubicle
With my steamed four eyes oh so whimsical
How I suddenly lose composure and get butterfingers
Every time she peers to request some staples or binders
And if she never greets me first thing in the morning
A dark cloud fills the rest of my day like I’m in mourning
I’ve got no intension - at all - for office romance
It’s a disaster leading to poor job performance
I’m ignoring the fact that she’s the boss’s daughter
I best stop daydreaming before I'm fed to his pet alligator
09-06-2015
Mystic Rose’s Who Is Your Neighbor Contest
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