Love Sonnets of an Office Boy (Sonnet 7)
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IF I was grown to be a man, and you
And all the others that are workin' here
Was always under me, and I could clear
The place to-morrow if I wanted to,
I'd buy an easy chair all nice and new
And get a bird to sing above your head,
And let you set and rest all day, instead
Of hammerin' them keys the way you do.
I'd bounce that long-legged clerk and then I'd raise
Your wages and move up my desk beside
Where you'd be settin', restin' there, and I'd
Not care about the weather--all the days
Would make me glad, and in the evenings then
I'd wish 't was time to start to work again.