Publisher's Blues

Hi, Amy! This really just should be a response to your post, but I thought that my lyrical efforts were worth a space of their own! I don't know much about the blues... being from Canada and all (although I have been to blues night at the Yale pub). I am also sure those rules you wrote out would suggest that the pairing of the words "publisher" and "blues" is an oxymoron, but here goes:

SMALL PRINT: I'd like to note that the below lyrics are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or workplaces is accidental.

Publisher's Blues
I’ve got the blues…. blues that I can’t lose.
And it feels so bad, baby! Ain’t you heard the news?

The other night, when I was working late.
I realized I’d never finish by the bound book date!
Requests are sent, but the freelancers ain’t never paid!
It’s no wonder why I’m the only one who stayed!
I wanna quit too, but can’t afford to go.
Help me please, baby! I really hate it so!

I’ve got the blues… blues that I can’t lose.
And it feels so bad, baby! Ain’t you heard the news?

There ain’t no team spirit, I working all alone.
My boss calls to chide me at night on the telephone.
I know I’m right, but I’d better not stand my ground.
The people in charge don’t listen and are never to be found.
I feel I’ve nothing left, I’ve lost all control.
Sometimes I think I sold my very soul!

I’ve got the blues… Blues that I can’t lose.
And it feels so bad baby! I wish I had some booze.

The work is sloppy and fills me full of shame. (Oh, yeah!)
I wouldn’t want you to open something and see my name.

I’ve got the blues…. Blues that I can’t lose.
And it feels so bad, baby!