The Employee
In my little corner of earth
I shall work and toil
But at the bell, my day is done
I am no longer loyal.
Trade in my chains for currency
For as long as I can fend
But Again, I will be in bondage
When the next work week begins
And so it goes
On and on
And on and on
Until I am old and frail
And no one will ever know
What stories I had to tell
The world will keep going
As will I, but with regret
That I didn't choose my own path
And instead followed the rest
keep your tags, your plans, your work, your rules,
I need them not.
Cause when I leave,
I will be free,
This slave will not be caught
Copyright © Justin Clason | Year Posted 2022
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