I'm Not A Fan Of Warehouses Anymore

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!