Detention at work.... FUCK ME !!

School bells! They sound again,
Every time i close my eyes.
Tearing through my ears they jar,
Like a Marilyn Manson lullaby.
I wish I had a way to see way,
A CCTV behind my head.
Oh why oh why is my cubicle gone,
This hot desking concept I dread.
All i need are eyes all around ,
Behind my head shaved lean.
Then alas i shall be known as the one,
Whose hindsight is exceptionally preened.
Then again there is a way to thwart,
This awakening a way into my dreams.
I have trained my mind , my finger in rigid form,
To act as though my work ethic is clean.
If a InDUHvidual happens to pass,
In an orbit ending in my direction.
All I do is slowly stare,
And my bellowing yawn does mystic rendition.
It ain't a mystery , I think everyone knows,
The myth about a yawn.
Last time i tired it I paid the price,
The DUNCE i am, placed beside the King of the spawn.

Sigmond ..... holding hands with Igby as we both go down