She came pretty with her makeup on
Crimson lips with pinkish blush
Immaculate uniform, tidy hair
Until 12 noon and worked is rushed.
Telephone rang here and there
Papers scattered from everywhere
Overworked, she wants to scream
This is chaos, ain’t this a dream?
Parched mouth and full bladder
Empty stomachs, she’s holding her temper
bells keep ringing
oh shut up, this is so depressing.
Three fifteen and she’s not even done
exhausted brain with worn out hands
She wants to finish everything
She prays for mercy, she has to run!