Good morning, I have a headache
It seems to be regular
It’s such a nuisance, it’s such a pain
To wake up with a headache, it drains
Good morning, says your co-worker
But you want to punch them in the face
For being all so cheerful as the time was out of place
You can’t blame them for being happy
A headache makes you snappy
All you want to do is sit in quiet
But your female colleague goes on about her diet
Then the phone rings like a drill to your head
You sit and stare it at and then the rest of the day you dread
Ring, ring, twenty times an hour
And people wonder why you are bitter and sour
Maybe you should take the day off?
But you can’t because in this recession they’ll write you off
So on you plodder wearily
Wincing at every noise
Whether your colleagues like it or not
You’ll be a killjoy
For you have a headache, that you’ve warned them
So is it your fault that you scorn at them?
For laughing joyfully next to your chair
Thumping like a drum on your head, making you swear
It seems pointless to make them aware
Have you tried tablets your boss inquires?
It will help your headache to transpire
So you take those little white pills
And after an hour you don’t feel so ill
Your headache now gone, it has surpassed
But you sit back and wonder how long it will last?