work

Folding napkins
Yawing while listening to the same
Song for the
Fifth-tenth in the past hour
Thinking if catching the
Next train out of here
Life’s boreding
When all you do is work
Never seem to get a break
People yelling
Because their food is cold
When in reality their just insane
Everyday seems to be
A bad one
Not even working full time
Not being able to pay rent
Have a month to get out
No one says that I can make it
Out there in reality
Work seems to consume my life
No time to do anything
Else
Living in soluted
Working crazy hours
No one seems to listen
To what I have to say
Folding napkins
Laying down sliver ware
Trying to make it
People just don’t seem to
Think that I can make it
When in reality
Their the ones praying
For me to fail
Decided to catch the next train
Don’t know, don’t care
Where it’s going
No one seems to know
Not even the conductor
No one thinks I can make it
It’s time for me to
Let them see reality
How it really is