Days like today could make you take up smoking;
The workplace stress can do that do a guy--
To contemplate the benefits of choking
Down a deck of Luckies between eight and five;
To chew on butts like pale dead severed fingers
And grumble 'bout the job, the boss, the wife;
To breathe fire, let the acrid odor linger,
Lengthen your breaks while shortening your life.
But such a life as this, perhaps no loss there--
No big deal to shave hours off the end;
Trade moments free of sweat beneath the boss' stare
For long dull years--a tempting trade, my friend.
Too bad they're so expensive. Plus, they smell.
I guess I'll stick to coffee then. Oh well.
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