if they offer me a job

How I love to watch her sleep

as I read another book

And I wrote like thirteen poems

Just this week

But they all suck

never needed more than this

how can sadness be my bliss

as I waste my mornings every day

awaiting that first kiss

If they offer me a job

I might have to turn it down

I can‘t go to work at eight

I can‘t bear to tire late

And when time clocks in

I grab a book

And sit around and wait

Time is all I have to waste

Any place will do

how great