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April 17, 2005

Fragment 5

I wish I could put you in my left breast pocket
And carry you with me for just one complete day
To see the things that my friends and coworkers
Respect, admire and love me for
That you are blind to
As I enter my workplace
The secretary that everyone else is at odds with
Smiles at me and I stop for a friendly chat
I go to my desk and call the friend I saw last night
A familiar "good morning" to cut the edge of a hangover
In my construction worker look clothes
I rub elbows with upper-level management
Verbal pats on the back for professional work
From a non-professional person
(Someday soon I'll be a Yuppie)
A pretty coworker with a headache
Gets my crash course in stress-relieving massages

Posted by BlueWolf on April 17, 2005 06:37 PM