I wake up early to sit in my desk chair;
I have to get ready, and brush my hair.
But the Answerbank draws me in for an hour -
Well, there goes my time for a shower.
I brush my greasy hair as best I can,
Grab a bagel, say goodbye to my man.
I tot off to work, close the door to my office,
So I can visit the Answerbank and drink my coffees.
My boss comes to check if I've gotten anything done;
I rush to close Answerbank, pretend I've got one
Very compelling job I'm completing.
She's not fooled, but somehow, her standards I'm meeting.
At the end of the day, I close Answerbank and go
Back to my home where I think that I know
How I'm going to spend the evening again:
Surfing on Answerbank until comes death or pain!