Washing off bitter at eight

You know they don't love you
No one really cares
But how would they handle
You not being there?
Even if you could bring
The place down to its knees
No one says "Bless you,"
Whenever you sneeze

A near-miss at eight

 Our motto at work
Should be, "Don't make plans."
What you do with your time
Is out of your hands.

Celebrate at eight

Technical problem,s and all that jive
I'm just happy I'm still alive

More formal at eight

Today was a wash and I know why
This morning, I forgot my tie

It was so bad, I didn't play.