Oh, I’ve crawled through the muck of a five-day disgrace, With a fake little smile glued tight to my face. They made me say “thank you” and “yes sir” and “sure,” While my soul packed its bags and ran straight for the door.
My inbox exploded, my patience ran dry, I stared at the ceiling and dreamed I could fly. The coffee was weak and the bosses were worse, Their memos read like a funeral curse.
But hark! What’s that shimmer, that glimmer of gold? A whisper, a promise, a tale to be told—It’s Friday tomorrow, the long one no less! Three days of escape from this corporate mess!
No emails! No meetings! No forced little grins! No nodding while Gary repeats all his sins. Just blankets and snacks and a nap on the floor, And not hearing Janice complain anymore.
I’ll sleep like a log and I’ll eat like a bear, I won’t even brush my damn bedhead hair. I’ll dance in my kitchen with nobody watching, While Slack notifications go totally rotting.
So here’s to the freedom, the sweet Friday eve, To grabbing my bag and preparing to leave. For I’ve earned this escape, I have suffered enough—Tomorrow, I’m free from their corporate bluff!
