At the sound of the alarm
Shook myself up
For my mistakes , eager to make up
Washing my face , fears am set to face
Combing my hair , breathing the still silent air
Should shave , time save
Out the door , expectant of more , some I know
Down the stairs , at me stares
No one cares , none dares
Aboard a taxi , taken the backseat , some music from backstreet
My office , just across the street
In through the busy fleet
At work , nothing to hack , files on my rack
I bare , afford a pair
One time , the town's mayor
©fredrick o
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