Life is a nine to five
prison that no one
gets out of alive.
With the dirt brown doors
to the reflective wax floors
that janitors clean every night
after computers lock the building down,
and we fill up the cubicles,
dull gray squares were
we put the professionals
cause that is what they
went to school for.
Eight hours on and overtime,
a couple smoke breaks,
and an intermission for lunch,
but I got a sick hunch
that this groundhogs day
will take me straight
to my grave.
So, every morning
when I wake up,
I take my vitamins,
and drink my
vegetable gunk,
trying to be healthy
so, I can hit the gym,
and head right back in
to my personal work prison.