The Game Show of Life
Sat by my desk day after day
Working here only for the monthly pay
Eight hours a day, five days per week
Every day I sit and shriek
At the constant barrage of abuse
With confusion leaving everything obtuse
People are in and out every hour
As if trying to escape the rain shower
Asking us the most irrelevant questions
Ignoring all our purposeful suggestions
Never knowing when to leave
As if they have a another trick up their sleeve
The end of the working day will be here soon enough
And I will be sitting in the bus stop waiting in hand-cuffs
Waiting to be taken to my prison cell called home
where I spend all my time on my own
No-one knows my pain cause I’m a simple man
But, A simple man that doesn’t have a plan
Night time arrives and the candle is dim
I need to stop being so grim
And try and make the most of my short life
I need to get out in the night and find myself a wife
It’s easier said than done as we all know
But, It’s time to realise this is not a game show
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