Because I hate my job... the 2 hour countdown to 5pm is on like donkey kong (my day job doesn't involve any poetry, obviously, so if this poem sucks then thank you in advance for letting me know I created the crap I set out to create): In the black abyss of cosmic disarray Comes an awoken warlock of guardian decay She knows not what to do today So the xbox goes on & fireteam obey Another bounty is so, so cray Level 29 ain't got nothin' new to play "Buy the DLC" says fireteam crew I'm all like, "I got real life shit to do": I hate my boss I don't wanna floss I'll pollute her chair with my secret sauce Clocking out at 5pm for the win Coming back tomorrow is wearing me thin If I'm at work next week I'll commit mortal sin Against the fallen, the vex, or their kin So yes, that's why the xbox opens its green eye Cuz "Orange is the New Black" just ain't my style No Piper Chapman B.S. for me I just wanna live and die free My controller is the only chain I see And the lottery, that's the one way to surely break free (Fin.) So yeah, I hate my 9 to 5. I got the forums open on my work computer. This crap poem engaging my excel numbed mind... can't wait to walk to the subway and stand on the train all the way home with a hoard of office zombies stepping on my nice suede shoes. I seriously, seriously can't do this much longer, my precious wasted youth at the hands of maleficient the office devil... ugh. Too bad I can't equip my glide and glide all the way back to Brooklyn or utilize my titan's bubble to keep the train enemies out my f*cking way.