Dead Ends
When you’ve been working
Going through the daily routine
Grinding out the same process
Day after day after day after day
Until you get lost midweek
Having no idea what day it is
Is it Wednesday, Tuesday, or Thursday?
Every hour at your job is one less you
Have to spend with your loved ones
One less hour willing to live at all
On the roughest days at a shithole
Nine to five for Uncle Sam to tax
Your taxes and tax those too somehow it feels
Living for a mere 48 hours of relief
There’s got to be something more
To this life, in this world that’s worth
Our breath than this
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You spelled this out so well!