Chilled Aspirations

Winter winds cut through me, I'm freezing to the bone; Visibility's slim to zero, I wish I'd stayed at home! Am I the lonely walker? I feel just like a jerk; Bills are pilin' on me, Somebody's gotta work! These tiny flakes are stinging, Looks like I missed my bus; My feet are frozen solid, There ain't no need to fuss! Eleven blocks await me, My mood is foul and drab; I can't even bum a ride, Where in hell is a cab? I can see my job from here, It's lookin' mighty slow; The boss won't be too happy, He'd better be glad I showed! At last, the main entry, I'm greeted by a sign which read; CLOSED DUE TO BAD WEATHER, I could've been warm in bed!