041510h Well They Have Needs Poem by Manonton Dalan

it seems that time is running doubletime
i can hardly catch up with all this junks
everybody and their mother is calling
even simplest thing as what's date today
oh! well people are not thinking anymore
they must have bored their mom to eternity

my only way out of this is go for mail run
i am off their search radar for a moment
oh! my i leave a vacuum in that cubicle
as if the world will stop or implode to a dot
when they won't hear my chicken voice
i guess i baby sit them too much, routine