My bright machine

Kyra writes her new year's song sung Notes from the Cube . . .

Bronchitis and breath mints too
Sweet candy to quench the cough
Are the bromides we need to take
After having one week off.

Two headaches for every day
Three trips to the rest room door
Used up the sick days a new year starts
Just like last year, what a bore.

Plans have been made
Smiles are in place
The Prez says "Now,
We start the race!"
The budget's approved
And the schedule's set
But our bodies don't know it
We're still - in last year - yet.

Four weeks until the next day off
Time to rebuild the psyche, see:
The new year's started, the clock is on
Make ourselves into the business machine.

Run that machine

Turn my gears and oil my soul

My bright machine . . .