Poetess: we are partying.
Inner voice: I guess at work.
Poetess: we have this employee, five times he quit for better job, this what he told everyone,
And five times he returned back.
Inner voice: you can't be half way croke, to trully be understood by everyone, you have to be complet idiot...my dream..
Poetess: any one can be.
Inner voice: you wish,
It's a gift from above..
What is it, comedy again?
Poetess: yeah, 9 to 5.
Inner voice: lucky people.
Poetess (loud): I am going to buy lottery..
