Feet so heavy, let's stay grounded today
Sheets so white and crisp where they lay

These hands are so twisted as they move to fold
Cracked and dry making the linen go crimson in their hold

We messed up the work with our blood
Go to reload the machine but alas, a flood!

Open up the exit, pushing the filthy water out with a broom
Sweat, blood, and bile pile up in the concrete room

Goodness! Our feet are no longer grounded
They are embedded into the floor as if they had been pounded

I thought to leave soon before my life fades away
The corporate world is hard to exit, and offers little pay