When in the grey cubicle maze
Co-workers grin and meet my gaze
The air alive with happy greetings
Springing steps to work and meetings

I’ll know then
The monthly bills
Of slavery

Don’t give them
The constant chills
That they give me

‘Til then each hour of this life
Spent in gossip, drama, strife
Due to a thick financial chain
Flushes our souls down the drain