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All day long we toil in a shop 
which we clean from the bottom to the top,
Like bees in a colony or ants in a nest 
Back and forth  , all day long ,trying to do our best
We rise early and work our day away
  serving others but never getting any rest
We waste our lives , in unremitting labor 
Never knowing or caring what it has all been  for 
Senseless, useless, a waste of  life’s  precious drops 
Getting into ruts , depressing and  demeaning 
Till we cant see the  bottom or the top
Only then do we begin to realize that we are still alive
That life must have more meaning  than nine to five
But give my regards to the mighty paycheck
This is what the world loves and respects


At the end of the day we drag ourselves to our beds 
and wait again for morning to rise and do it all over again
Like clockwork we rise to our moment in the sun, 
already bored  and resigned to  labor with  no end 
Except for the mighty dollar which we cherish and cling to
We must not take a break toiling in the sun all day long 
 Working as drones and controlled by anxious greedy men 
We  give them our all for the mighty paycheck 
For this is what the world loves and expects

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