TheSkyEtc

Please try to explain
the utter shame
of each day
and how without delay
instead of saying it
we always end up doing this
the first thing in the morning
instead of actually enjoying
this blessed day
we're ranting and raving
somewhere lost in road rage
as we compelingly make our way
to the facility we call the work place
which if your lucky is where
you torturous pact begins
and daily among known strangers
you commit more sins
you hate your job,you hate your neighbor
you hate your boss, you hate your creator
you hate your wife who'd wish you just acknowledge
that things could have been different
if you'd have stayed in college
that's just more lies perpetuated by the Man
to move up his favorites along the corporate ladder
but in your case, You know what?
it probably would have even mattered