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Market  Research Blues

with tongue in cheek goodbyes to ALL my long suffering ex-colleagues

I'm so sorry Mrs Prospect
I didn't mean to intrude
Sorry you were eating
Did you need to be so rude?
I'm trying for my quota
And I tried to use my charm
'Cos Darren's shouting deadline
And Brady's at my arm
And Paul needs some work
To do for him and Lee
And once again it falls
On Steve and Denise and me
Denise has lost her back calls
And Steve just soldiers on
But sod you Mrs. Prospect
In just 3 hours I'm gone
And if your local council
Leads you a merry dance
Think of that researcher
Who offered you a chance.
Kerry's lurking in her office
And if you'd have been a sport
That's only one more needed
For her to finish her report
And Darren's shouting deadline
And Brady's on to me
And if he gets much closer
He'll be sitting on my knee
Sod you Mrs. Prospect
May all your apples rot
And all your home made jelly
Slither and quiver and rot
I'm hanging up my headphones
You were a rather nasty end.
Market research career
Flushed round the bend
I loved you all so dearly but
Fare well long suffering mates
As for that deadline ---
It can bloody wait


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Market Research Blues