Working Twelve Hours a Day

Working twelve hours a day, six long days a week, no rest 'till late evening... bringing home a fat paycheck, so she can afford many luxuries, dress up and go out cheating... ah, whoever allowed such liberties! Working twelve hours a day, sweat drips down my spine; I worry about my declining health, and yet I gather wealth to make her happy with a bottle of wine and a gold bracelet from Tiffany! I wear the same clothes and they think I am a loser, even grooming bothers me; it would pay off if I were looking for a mistress to pleasure me! I look into the mirror my looks are mind-boggling! Working twelve hours a day, sweat drips from my spine; I worry about my declining health, and yet I gather wealth to make her happy with a bottle of wine and a gold bracelet from Tiffany! Wrinkles and eye bags make me look older, who wants a guy who doesn't look good? Isn't it an indication that I've been used and surely cheated on? These gut-instincts will make me go insane, she's looking for a younger man: I've been used for my money! Who can feel my frustration, when I sit in the living room drinking beer and eating pretzels... waiting for her to come home? Working twelve hours a day, sweat drips from my spine; I worry about my declining health, and yet I gather wealth to make her happy with a bottle of wine and a gold bracelet from Tiffany!