Lab Rat Race
Lab Rat Race -
Well it’s a hard pill to swallow
that we aren’t promised tomorrow;
but the rent is still due today.
Sure, you’re losing your mind
but you still made it to work on time;
That’s just the nature of the rat race.
Corporate Boss treats you
like you’re nothing but mere profit.
Remind him of your name,
I bet he’s already forgot it.
Who did he impress
to get a corner office?
Maybe he sold his soul
or maybe he just lost it.
Guess that’s the price you have to pay
to send your kids to college.
That’s enough to break a spirit, I’d say.
Roger from marketing is on line two,
selling his pitch for the cure to all their sorrows.
“It’ll take the edge off of existence.
Don’t mind the long list
of warnings in lighter ink that follows.”
“Worst case scenario, you lose your mind forever.
A price they’re willing to pay
just to possibly feel better.”
That’s a cruel way to fill your pockets, I’d say.
Copyright © Cassidy Sylvester | Year Posted 2019
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