To live work and die,

what a sham, what a lie,

for every penny I ever made,

my bed was hardly ever laid.

Woke up at five,

feeling half alive,

but always running late,

this was my perpetual fate.

Hustling along, in traffic from hell,

I fumed, thinking of what lie to tell.

As I missed another meeting

And faced a boss that was seething!

Ran in harried, huffed and puffed.

Feeling like a sniveling scruff.

My boss looks up in plain disgust

my spirits bite the dust.

I trudged on and cursed the day.

The dreaded memo is placed in my tray,

DISMISSAL it just read.

I could only hang my head.

Disgraced and flushed with shame

I knew this was not my game.

Something soon will make me shine.

I just need to know what’s mine

Today, at least I sleep till six,

And I won’t get up in a fit.

For every penny I’ll ever make,

will be a stress free take!