The Mindless Chore

The alarm screams, the grind begins,  

Another day where patience thins.  

You curse the job, the mindless chore,  

But bills don’t care—you owe them more.  

The landlord knocks, the lights grow dim,  

The meter runs, the bank looks grim.  

Your dreams can wait, they always do,  

Rent is due—what’s new with you?  

The boss demands, the hours crawl,  

You grit your teeth, endure it all.  

Hate it, quit it, wish for rest—  

But hunger’s never second-best.  

So punch the clock, suppress the sigh,  

Your job’s a cage, but so is life.  

For passion waits on paid-up dues,  

And freedom walks in working shoes.