Every day starts the same old way
Birds singing in the month of may
The suns shining over buildings
Waking the millions
Brewed coffee sits in the pot
Not getting drunk because he's late to the car lot
Sandwiches wrapped in foil
That get dropped in the soil
Tie flying while running to the bus
Can't be late this bus is a must
Sits at his desk
he's assistant he does detest
He's life started so fine so great
Maybe it's himself he should hate
Only one person got him to this part of his life
He leans back and blames it on his wife
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