Hotdesking

Nobody seems to think you might be happy
Everybody just assumes you must be sad
Nobody sings a song that might seem sappy
Quisling lingo coined by the misery bard

I've got an intern job that might become a situation
And one day I may even be getting paid
When they've disentangled lust from exploitation
Eventually I plan on getting laid

Nobody seems to think you might be happy
Everybody just assumes you must be sad
Nobody sings a song that might seem sappy
Quisling lingo coined by the misery bard

Sad to say our days may disappoint us
Good news travels slow, good guys run last
Bozos with no taste try to define us
Shrinking down a world that should be vast

Nobody seems to think you might be happy
Everybody just assumes you must be sad
Nobody sings a song that might seem sappy
We all want to blamе the misery bard

Who makes solid plans? Wе're manifesting
Life goes on but got a little hard
We share what the mighty own, we're all hotdesking
Quisling lingo coined by the misery bard