There must have been some sort of mishap
at the Central Office
You may believe I made the best of it
despite what say the scoffers
I admit I’ve wasted time
there’s choices I’ll repent in leisure
but my errors are to Central’s screw ups
as a sneeze is to a seizure
I use to rant and rail
I used to stand in lines
I used to hit the stacks
and run my finger over all the spines
but I am not ashamed to own
to that Central Office broke me
So now I keep it to myself
and keep my small sad story low key
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