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