How nice it feels
to finally be free
free of all the shame and blame
in this angry, macabre game

The game of 9 to 5
You know what I mean
the game of 8 to 6
in the corporate machine

The game of 7 to 7
they tell you're in heaven
the money will flow
but the rest has got to go!

You work and you slave
someone else's road you pave
and you look at your face
and think how much you gave.

You don't recognize the image anymore
You're so used to flying
flying out the door
To face and to fix what the day has in store

You get in the car
and you begin to drive
How long will it take
and when will you arrive?

You worry and fret
Don't want to be late
Someone's watching you
who can determine your fate

Now you are at work
and inwardly you cry
Silent tears rain down
and you wonder why?

It's only 9AM
and you're already fried
it's all in your mind
you feel like you've tried

Tried to get a job
that would give you some time
Bittersweet illusion
Self deceit is sublime

You sold yourself
to get this job
hoping in your heart
it would be a lob

Instead it has sapped
every ounce of self respect
soul burned
you learned

The more you give
the more they want
Believe me when I tell
a bad job
can feel like
a lifetime
in
HELL!

04/04/2011

Posted on 04/04/2011
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