Well, I'll be a son of a gun!
Our Filing Clerk is having fun!
She stopped her chores
And dropped her drawers
Who knew the Accountant could run?
I quit! Yippee! I'm through with work
with taking orders from some jerk
slaving away for some worthless perk
like a title of 'senior associate filing clerk'
Yet I find it odd, through some kind of quirk
that deep within me yearnings lurk
to return to what I'd longed to shirk
~ Yup, time to punch in and go back to work
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