I would put it in a song
But I don\'t want to upset my radio,
For warehouses are the worst!
Can you imagine working a twelve-hour shift
Without ever having a soul?
For these places take your soul
And then some!
One\'s energy is drained through the ringer
And all the empty souls just dance
For they don\'t feel anything
And can you imagine
Dragging your feet to work?
For it is all so gruesome
The pain, the suffering, the torture!
When will it ever end?
And there is no need to pretend
For work sucks after all
The lady with the pink ponytail has RBF
And the man in the corner is mourning
The death of his career!