Work

All day long we toil in a shop which we clean from the bottom to the top, Like bees in a colony or ants in a nest Back and forth , all day long ,trying to do our best We rise early and work our day away serving others but never getting any rest We waste our lives , in unremitting labor Never knowing or caring what it has all been for Senseless, useless, a waste of life’s precious drops Getting into ruts , depressing and demeaning Till we cant see the bottom or the top Only then do we begin to realize that we are still alive That life must have more meaning than nine to five But give my regards to the mighty paycheck This is what the world loves and respects At the end of the day we drag ourselves to our beds and wait again for morning to rise and do it all over again Like clockwork we rise to our moment in the sun, already bored and resigned to labor with no end Except for the mighty dollar which we cherish and cling to We must not take a break toiling in the sun all day long Working as drones and controlled by anxious greedy men We give them our all for the mighty paycheck For this is what the world loves and expects