At work, I usually do nothing at all
And I just hang around like a stone wall
Some days I play online football
And some days I chat with Paul
But I make sure I always look preoccupied
Look like I’d push everything secondary aside
But in reality, my mind is outside
Thinking about my husband’s back side
I’m not religious and such
I don’t really pray very much
But I always thank God when it is Friday
Thank him for the two-day getaway
Then Monday comes again
Driving me almost insane
IT IS SO MUNDANE
I’D RATHER GET RAN OVER BY A TRAIN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
physically present..mentally absent...sort of :)