The Warehouse
I ended up at this warehouse where new friends I met,
Nothing seems harder then what this gets.
People at work with no time for play,
This is a home and at work is where I stay.
But this is my new house,
Not even the mouse stay awake,
Staying up late baking a cake for us all to eat,
Tired beat if you will,
Trying to pay the bills for my roof,
Going aloof maybe a bit,
But surely I cant quit, Not Me!
Unable to see what really going on,
Look out the window its dawn.
Is it time time to clock out,
As my friend shouts your not done,
As I try to run out the door,
No more chores I scream,
We are like the A-Team,
We get irritated, agitated, opinionated, at times,
Thinking of nothing good comes with crimes.
That we could have committed,
Outwitted the rest,
Cause we are the best crew that there is,
Its looks like a role definitely not show biz.
But here we are me and my new friends,
And the warehouse is where we are.
Not far from the star that I wanted to be.
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