Punch clocks

by TSP

The world keeps turning faster and faster
Surely heading for an inevitable financial disaster
Every day you work to pay
Every day you work to play
Surely not the way this life was intended to be
Could somebody tell me how could this be?
Every morning we rise to a clock
Only to rush to work to punch the clock
The time we spend there can never come back
And all the while our life spins off the track
Men with mischievous minds and sinister plans
All wish to enslave every woman and man.
Working 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 unravel and unwind the truth
But till that day we still write and sing in our booths


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