THE LOST DE SEUS POEM

I Love My Job!

I love my job. I love the pay!

I love it more and more each day.

I love my boss, he is the best!

I love his boss and all the rest.

I love my office and its location. I hate to have to go on vacation.

I love my furniture, drab and grey, and piles of paper that grow each day!

I think my job is really swell, there's nothing else I love so well.

I love to work among my peers, I love their leers and jeers and sneers.

I love my computer and its software: I hug it often though it won't care

I love each program and every file, I'd love them more if they worked a while.

I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.

I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.

I love this work. I love these chores.

I love the meetings with deadly bores.

I love my job Il say it again - I even love those friendly men.

Those friendly men who've come today, in clean white coats to take me away