Desk Pains

No rest no stressing me I sit at my desk endlessly

Writing till my left hand bleeds but no reflex tendency

Then and now I plow and foul I howl and scowl then smoke a white owl

every now the then I have friends who pretend at the end they can bend

With two hands they wont lend send a chill down your spine

When I’m in the lime it’s a fine wine cuz it grows with time

I write till my left hand bleeds at my desk I never rest

I’m like a slob with a vest on my chest but I’m the best

In the worst way I’m constantly thirsty

I wish there were tits containing beer that could nurse me

Vanilla or Hershey but no controversy

A titties a titty so there is no worry

Sometimes I get blurry

Get down and get dirty

I think that its early but its clearly 1230

Can be so self serving its raw and unnerving

So cruel and deserving for the gruel they be serving

Is that Michael Irvin in cars see him swerving

Its magic like Irvin its tragic like working

He found a cure for aids I need a cure for jerking the monster is lurking

Just sneaking and stirring incurring the wrath

I need a bath and half plus a joke and laugh