4 am, sitting in a cubicle, in an office full of cubicles, where guys have spent the majority of their lives, sitting in their cubicle, in this office full of cubicles, where I don't want to spend the majority of my life, sitting in a cubicle.
Telling lies, to the other guys, sitting in their cubicles, where they will probably spend the rest of their lives, if they are lucky, at least they think they would be lucky, to get to spend the rest of their lives, sitting amongst guys, telling lies, spending lives, sitting in their cubicles, with all the other guys................or rats, thats what I think about the guys, who spend their lives, telling lies, to other guys, spending their lives, in a room full of cubicles.
It makes me want to scream, but noone will hear me, because all the other guys, who spend their lives, telling lies, to other guys, spending their lives, telling lies to other guys, sitting in their cubicles, are not here.....because its 4 am.
I'm fucking bored..............and for once, I desire the company of rats, because I want to tell lies, to other guys, who spend their lives, sitting in cubicles, telling lies, to other guys, who spend their lives, sitting in cubicles telling lies.
Am I a lying rat, because I lied, to those other guys, sitting in cubicles, spending their lives, telling lies, to other guys, spending their lives, sitting in cubicles, telling lies, when I told them they were lucky.......Lucky to spend their lives, sitting in a cubicle, telling lies, to other guys, spending their lives, sitting in a cubicle, telling their lies.
Its 4 am, and I am sitting in a cubicle, wishing, that I could hear the lies, of all those other guys.
They are lucky.......because, they get to spend their lives, sitting in a cubicle, telling lies, to other guys, while I am here, wishing I could hangout with rats, and lying to myself, about how lucky I am, to not be spending my life, sitting in a cubicle, telling lies, to other guys, spending their lives, sitting in cubicles, telling lies.
Its 430am, I am going to smoke a cigarette, and maybe, I won't spend as long of a life, sitting in this FUCKING cubicle, convincing myself, that I don't lie.
I'm just as much a rat, as all these other lying, cubicle sitting, "Lucky" Guys.
Its 5 am, its quitting time, and I'm tired of sitting, typing, lying, whining and even worrying about all those other guys, who(if you ask them) never lie, and, if they are lucky, will sit in that cubicle, until the day, all rats die. Exterminate the rodents, and free mankind, of all the torturous cubicle sitting, and all the lies, imposed upon them, by the need to work a 9 to 5. Because they think they need to have a shiny new car, and take their wife on a luxury trip a far, and sip on whiskeys at the bar. I'm thirsty, do I have to become a rat, to quench my thirst. Or, can I spare myself a life of telling lies, and keep myself alive, by simply leading myself to water, and taking a dive. Can I? I guess not, cause here I am, with a shiny new car, planning my trip afar, and sittitng at the bar, telling lies................I lied again, cause I'm sitting in a cubicle, typing lies.........not sitting at a bar, after 5, with all the guys, telling lies. I'm just a fat, lung cancer having, lying rat. What time is the exterminator coming.

Kentucky Mike

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