Office Musical

Wed, 02/19/2014 - 01:50 -- dontay

A job equals money

Ain't it funny?

But there goes your time

An asset most prime.

Don't want to sit behind a desktop

When my body wants to shoo-bop

A job like the Grease greasers

not like in Wall-Street, slowly getting "J-Caesared"

But behind a stage

Where music is the rage.

Becoming an actor

(Becoming compactor)

Inspiring people, all around,

How does that sound?

It would be a dream,

a total change in my life scheme.

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