The rush hour madness is calling
buzzling transpo in motion tolling
suffocating belchers in every corner i see
hysteria of labor what else could it be
Another day of work and prayer
My body aches can't be limber
wake up my alarm clock screams
still emerged in my fantasy dream
Fugitive from the real world
I slowly succumb
Turning on my radio
My hands get numb
A repetitive vicious cycle
I'm engaged in another 24/7 battle
For the love of money or work
others may wonder
I think I should get up because I prefer
the latter...
It is another day of work...September 14....
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