Where’s My Marbles

diamondpoet on Oct 29, 2009

Sometime when I boss walks in the front door, I want to run out the back door. He drive me insane.

Work! Work! Work!

I am losing my marbles.

There scattered all over

the pavement of my life.

Must seal up the hole

Pull myself together,

and have some self control.

I must stop my insane employer.

From bombarding me with his workload and disorders.

So before my marbles all fade away.

I think I’ll put in for a vacation day.

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Comments (7)

Darla Cooke on Oct 29, 2009
Interesting poem.
ashan1614 on Oct 29, 2009
We’ve all had bosses like that, unfortunately. You sort of wish they would just stay in their office and leave you alone.
martinpm on Oct 29, 2009
nice poem!
diamondpoet on Oct 30, 2009
I can’t believe that everyone works at a satisfying place, maybe it’s the title.
Alexiandria M Michaels on Oct 31, 2009
lol you work.. were i USED to work.. lol hang in there….i enjoyed reading this!
Val Mills on Nov 27, 2009
Marble season at school – I was trying to explain to the children what losing your marbles means
diamondpoet on Nov 30, 2009
Thank you for your comments.

Hi there!