1.
Day job, grey job,
keeping me afloat,
I feel like maybe drowning
would be better than the boat.
2.
I do a job all day
I hate for just enough to pay
to keep alive and go to work
and make the hunks and alphas smirk.
3.
I feel like the paperclips everyone
bends out of shape
at their desk when they're bored. I have got to
escape my escape.
4.
Staple, poor staple,
that holds on but knows,
around it a staple remover's
claws close.
5.
And will it be retirement
or death that puts an end to
the pseudo job I do all week
or don't do but pretend to?
6.
There's cake in the lunchroom for someone's farewell.
Our manager's speech is so nice.
But the ratio of people to cake is too big
and I end up not getting a slice.