Faster and Faster

By Tim S Poma
The world keeps turning faster and faster
Surly heading for an inevitable finical disaster
Every day we work to pay
Every day we work to play
Surly not the way life was intended to be
Could somebody tell me how could this be?
Every day we rise to a clock
Only to rush to work to enter the clock
The time we are there can never come back
And all the while our life spins off the track
Mischievous minds with sinister plans
witch, wishes to enslave every woman and man.
Work round the clock to keep us ticking
Working over time simply to see us slipping
Further and further away from our roots
Till they have got you by the shirt and own our boots
Surly time will unwind the truth
But till that day we all struggle in our booth.


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