It's my job as a receptionist,
to answer the calls and try not to miss...
When my work is really dead,
I'd like to shoot me in the head...
Who's the guy with the smile,
who's the guy with the style...
My soft smelling angel wrap your wings around me...
Bind my wounds give me the power to do my duty...
I love u sooo much
u know i have rekindled my heart for u...
Why does time fly by when your having fun but it...
ok i know this is not a poem but i wrote it here...
Sitting in a compfy chair
with a pen in my right hand...
IT LO0KED AT ME
iT STARED...
I wrote a ditty
thought it was pretty good...
Once upon a time
there was a duck...
Birdy, Birdy in the sky
why\'d you do that in my eye...
Uncle billy behind a tree
was selling condoms...