19 June 2012
When I see you in the morning
My mood just gets to sinking
Go tell it to the tourists
Is the thought that I am thinking
You bore me with the things
No-one really wants to know
And when it comes to hometime
I sincerely wish you'd go
You shout at everybody
And expect them all to hear
From halfway across the factory
I'm nowhere bloody near!
I find myself pretending
That I'm bothered what you say
'Cos it's always just the same old thing
Every. Single. Day.
You are so inept
Can't let a conversation flow
And it's all accentuated
With a 'yeah', 'right', or 'you know'
You are such a prude
You never do what's not allowed
If you'd only fart or burp
I, for one, would be so proud!
A last couple of thoughts
That I'll get out before I'm spent
As a worker on my line
I have to say you're heaven sent
Which is ultimately irritating
Because my nerves are shot
Though it really pains to say it
You're probably the best we've got
Aaargh! • Opuss № I