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