This can't be right to work all the day just to sleep half a night then to work all the next day for so little pay that pays scant regard to my well-being, there's no free time, no half time, my life is like part time which is hard work for full time for most of the time, the rent's falling due but I work six 'til two and I don't think that this can be right and at three until ten I am at work again in order to buy me some food I could cry, the boss doesn't care if he wears this man down and this country I live in cares less.

The doctor says stress in the number one cause and my death will be caused by more stress, but I'd stress a bit less if I worked a bit less and slept a bit more and the night lasted longer than from two until four.

Back to the grindstone, back to the mill, back from the dead when work's had its fill and a blue pill to sleep, a red one to wake, a pink one to break the monotony of working to keep from insanity and God in his own ineffability seems to have buggered off and forgotten to mention me, can this be the blinding of light, is life a permafrost coating over the long coat of night, do I have a right for a say in the way of it or is this just the grey in the hair of the day that feels a bit longer than most?