Work Sucks
Work sucks.
This I know.
It's like being buried alive
Under a mountain of yellow snow
As far as the eyes can see
And the mind is willing to bend,
All I can see is desolation.
Yet, all I do is pretend.
That everything is fine.
That my deadlines will be met.
Pray how will I complete,
The work that three others were set
Its diabolical, sometimes, I think
That I need to press on with pointless tasks.
While the wine of the sweat of my brow
Is filling that other guy's flasks
Although there is no help at hand;
Although my struggle does not avail;
My mind is a fortress flying the flag of hope.
Hope, yet, that the strength of my mind will prevail
Work sucks.
This is true.
But that I do not give it my all,
Please do not misconstrue