The Curse of 9-5

Whirlpool

Another day, another dollar,
Another hour, another collar,
Choking on the grind, the dour,
Dreading the return of overtime.

And oh, the coworkers!
Stupid, lazy, and unkind,
They mumble and they fumble
And drive me out of my mind.

How I long for the end of the day
When I can finally be free
From the drudgery of overtime.

But alas, the clock ticks on
And the work is never done,
Trapped in this endless cycle
Until the setting of the sun

But one day, I'll break free
From this prison of the mind
And leave behind the overtime
And find colleagues of a different kind.

  • Author: Whirlpool (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 9th, 2022 17:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: The 9 to 5 experience, lol
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 4
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Comments1

  • Cressida Cane

    Don't we all know this feeling 😀



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