One more hour to go today

Then 14 left till I come back

Tomorrow

And 8 of those

I抣l sleep away

Leaves me 6 to relax and enjoy

Such is the life of the hourly worker

Everything抯 divided to hours on a clock

And dollars on the paycheck

Twice a month

And we抣l never be out of here

Off white walls

This black desk top

Or the coffee stained carpet

Of the break room floor

It抯 all I see day in and year out

A never ending cycle of nothing

And it抯 killing me.

It抯 tearing my soul out through my eyes

And the life from my heart

I don抰 want to die here

Shut down the circuitry

Lights off

Zipper up

Walk out into

The rain

To drive the same roads

That lead me back to here.