Flowers under the sun

Work

You're born to be educated, educated to work and you work to live, 

oh what I would do to rid the world of work, 

there's  nothing I wouldn't give.

 

Everyday in sun and rain, I travel to a place where I feel nothing but disgrace.

Do this, do that, for minimum wage, if that.

 

People walking by, muttering under their breath. 

I know what's really getting to them, these tiring conditions, and the stress.

 

Long hours, even longer days,

not enough time spent at home, 

my life needs to change!



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