Trading hours and days of time for money
Buying my way through the day feels wrongly funny
Work is the only way to get by
Hate your job, but don’t show it, just lie
Cause everyone else is doing the same
This wasteful monotony is a terrible shame
The closest thing to joy I can find
Is using various forms of escapism
And not many of the healthy kind
It’s wrong to enjoy what you do
When your working to live
Each day is slow, having nothing to give
The former generation has built this ideology
But I stand, I refute it, it’s not in our biology
It’s bringing no hope, a complete loss of vanity
Must find ways to cope, with this inherited insanity
About the Creator
Q. F. Stewart
Writing helps me analyze myself, seeing my feelings on paper helps me understand them. I hope to reach those who relate to my writings, you’re not alone, it gets better.
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