Going to work...

What if I just worked the office every day?
9 to 5
And on my way home
Picture me
Listening to tunes on the highway
Then
Stopping off at the gym
And getting yoked
And buying the nicer shirts
Going out on Friday nights
Buying shots for the group
Tipping the bartender an even 15 percent
Going home in a cab
(Because eating lunch in a paper bag
Is not an option)

Waking up on a Saturday
Picture me playing golf with the guys
College visor shades the sun from my eyes
Drinking a beer in the club house
While biting into a club sandwich
Talking about shots
Hit with golf clubs
Or something like that

Going out to dinner Saturday night
With friends
Talking about
Poker night was fun on Wednesday
Talking about
Quarterly reports
But that conversation doesn’t last long
Talking about
Kobe and the Lakers
Are they the fakers?
Or the Lakers?
Talking about
The upcoming convention
And how last year
He made a fool of himself
And she was the office slut
Talking about
The night is young
Let’s go out again
And tip the bartender an even 15 percent
Go home in a cab
Because lunch in a paper bag
Is not an option

Waking up on a Sunday morning
Meeting up for breakfast
Watching our favorite football team on TV
And maybe going to a
Movie
Seeing life dramatized
Blind before our eyes
Open
And it is Sunday night
And it always a delight
To watch our favorite TV shows
But not before we pay the bills
And talk about poker night on Wednesday
And who is getting married in a couple weeks
And who is going to be at the wedding
And what we should get for a gift
And what dress to wear
And if it’s warm enough to wear a lighter suit
And I’ll be damned
The office slut is going to be there
And we’ll have plenty of time to talk about her
The next Monday
As I work my way in the office