Treat me bad and that's not fair
Overtime, the boss don't care
Work is loaded- stretched so thin
Clocked- out before it began
Paychecks and salaries
Dispersed so evenly
Working hard, getting tired
Boss threatens getting fired
Muscles moving
Buildings building
Neckties typing
Quotes a rising
Fighting
This day is gone
Another dollar spent
Slaving for the rent
Driving home feeling down
No one else is around
Digging holes under sun
Sacrifice is almost done
What do we do anyways?
Nobody knows
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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