Just can't take it anymore

I think I will retire

I'd like that very much

To be done for the day

All the days

To work no more

I'm tired, boss

Of these people

Of this place

Of my work

So tired

This work has never meant all that much to me

Truth be told

You are probably questioning now

What else have I fibbed about

The whole damn lot of life

I've lied about 

Who I am

What I have done

Where I go at night

When I will have that report for you

A fibber to the core then

You must be thinking 

I suppose you would be right

But I'm tired now and

Can't muster up the energy to come up with any more

I'm hanging up the mantle, all the mantles that

I've accumulated over the years

Legitimately or less than legitimately

All of it has lost its luster

I don't get the same rush

From these trivial things anymore

And all things are trivial

And that's a truth that I can't hide

For I'm sure you already know

I've spoken my fill now, and I'm sorry

You couldn't get a word in edgewise

But that's all the words I had left in me

I'm sure you will have the chance to

Tear into someone else later on

As for me, I'm done now, those were all I had left

Well, perhaps, I may have just a few more.