Christmas and New Year have came and gone,
Reality sets back in most minds like a bomb,
Return to a job, the monotony for money,
Slavery still exists and none of this is funny.
Living paycheck to paycheck, sick of this shit,
Too tired to look elsewhere, too poor to quit.
How is this life, nothing but to be worked and taxed to death?
Sat with colleagues, fell out the office chair, took your last breath.
So close to a retirement that was never going to be enjoyed,
The beast system wants us to all be unhappily employed.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2026 03:22
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Comments1
Good write SM.
Thanks mate.
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