Why not....

This poem was sent to me on email - it's called the lost Dr. Seuss poem - not sure if it really is...but I enjoyed it anyway. I laughed at it, specially the last two line. Craig, those last two lines reminds me of your comment after you read my previous blog.
Enjoy all.

I LOVE MY JOB

I love my job, I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, he is the best!
I love his boss and all the rest.

I love my office and it's location,
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and grey,
and piles of paper that grow each day.

I think my job is really swell,
there's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers,
I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.

I love my computer and it's software,
I hug it often though it won't care.
I love each program and every file.
I'd love them more if they worked a while.

I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.
I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.

I love my job - I'll say it again.
I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who've come today,
in clean white coats to take me away!!!