| For god’s sake, don’t wake me for work! Let me shirk my duties today. I say, I’m tired of laboring and slavoring for that sloth I call a boss. Let him stall his own calls and top off his own coffee and fetch promptly his own laundry. What gall! No more I’m sure and never again pick up a pen and swallow dictation. I’ll do as I please: pay the rent with Z’s and bask in my lazy exaltation. |
