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The Weekly Grind

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The Weekly Grind

Sunday night quickly becomes Monday morning
This happens with little or no warning
The week ahead is on my mind
Day one of five of the weekly grind
A two-day weekend is not enough to unwind

Another week working for the man
Simply surviving till the weekend is my plan
Hurrying to clock in by eight
Running from the station because the train was late

Work for four hours then lunch from twelve to one
Eating alone is not much fun
Four hours pass and I clock off at five
Thought boredom would kill me but am still alive

Monday and Tuesday
Are no different to Wednesday and Thursday
At least Friday means only one more day to last
And four of the five days of grind are in the past

I arrive home to the question of what did you do today
The response is simply the same as yesterday
Its always the same crap just a different day
It’s time to question this weekly grind I say

I refuse to be a prisoner of the weekly grind
Knowing of it and doing nothing is choosing to be blind
This is not a good enough life
My resentment towards the grind is rife

When I think about how much time is consumed by the grind
It truly blows my mind
If you have a day off from the grind
A day’s wages is lost as if you have been fined

The grind is so important in terms of money
Like a bee is to a flower or the production of honey
There must be other ways to make some cash
Without having to face the weekly grind and its heavy bash

My dream is to be something more
Am not interested in 9-5 or 8-4
Perhaps my words will someday provide some wealth
But if it doesn’t at least I will have my health

With no grind I would have so much more time
Time to be creative, time to rhyme
The ability to sleep in whenever I need
Not having to contribute to our big corporation greed

A farewell to the weekly grind I shall give
You will always be there but for now I choose to live
I don’t want to be caught up in the rat race
My life for the moment needs a different pace

No longer will I be a victim of the weekly grind
To the weekly grind I simply say kiss my behind

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