7:17 Thursday

One more hour to go today Then 14 left till I come back Tomorrow And 8 of those I抣l sleep away Leaves me 6 to relax and enjoy Such is the life of the hourly worker Everything抯 divided to hours on a clock And dollars on the paycheck Twice a month And we抣l never be out of here Off white walls This black desk top Or the coffee stained carpet Of the break room floor It抯 all I see day in and year out A never ending cycle of nothing And it抯 killing me. It抯 tearing my soul out through my eyes And the life from my heart I don抰 want to die here Shut down the circuitry Lights off Zipper up Walk out into The rain To drive the same roads That lead me back to here.