I know that Fridays can be rough, today was just the same
Trains that didn't run on time, to help you play the game,
The interview that went alright, you maybe got a job
I'm sure I'll spare a crust or two when you're down to your last bob.
I know that London's dark and drear without the hint of sun
No sign of any blueness when the interview was done,
The river looking murky and the people in a rush
The station very noisy, just longing for some hush.
Time for some reflection as you're sat upon the train,
It really doesn't matter now, relax, forget the strain,
Key in door, step inside, time to do some work,
Pint of tea, brain in gear, no more to be a jerk!
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