9-5 they work
At the crack of dawn they wake
The same day plays out
An alarm rings
Make yourself presentable,
Avoid the mirror,
They are not able to face what they have become
Modern robots,
Empty shells,
With holes for hearts
And hands big enough,
greedy enough,
to snatch the world out of God's hands.
Their degrees hang in their offices after years of selling their parents’ souls on tuition fees
4 gray walls, they might as well have been stained with blood off the backs of people they climbed to reach the penthouse
Million-dollar bonds obtained over Lord knows how many years of fake smiles,
Years of the student surpassing the teacher
Years of the system firing the elder
To sit their robots in front of the same computer
The same desk
Using the same keyboard
To write the same report
for 10 dollars less an hour
4 gray walls, they might as well have been stained with blood off the backs of people they climbed to reach the penthouse
Million-dollar bonds obtained over Lord knows how many years of fake smiles,
Years of the student surpassing the teacher
Years of the system firing the elder
To sit their robots in front of the same computer
The same desk
Using the same keyboard
To write the same report
for 10 dollars less an hour
9-5 they slave away
Or boss away
Sending servants to do what they no longer deem themselves dignified of doing
While someone cleans their clothes
Washes their floors
Cooks their bland food
For nothing satisfied them
No drink or meat keeps them satiated
Only that green piece of cotton and paper
They cash their blue papers
Watching their balances raise and raise
While others lower at their expense
Only that dollar keeps them alive
Only the small hit of dopamine makes them feel something
Until it wears out
Until it does nothing anymore
Until they fight
And claw
Like animals for more
9-5 they work
To fill that hole with money
The hole their souls vacated
Called by God to leave such a wretched place
A tainted,
Haunted,
and possessed place
Where greed lives
Greed wired into their brains
Greed that follows them home
Greed that appears in their dreams
But only when their last dollar is spent
When there is no one else to steal from
Will they wake to find
That money does not keep their bellies full
The water's have dried
The last fish died
And they will realize
A lifetime too late
9-5 was all they did
All they lived for
All they have,
Fortune
A fortune that cannot pay off the Devil they let follow them home
Devil that they can't pay off with their last dollar
Devil, that they are.
To fill that hole with money
The hole their souls vacated
Called by God to leave such a wretched place
A tainted,
Haunted,
and possessed place
Where greed lives
Greed wired into their brains
Greed that follows them home
Greed that appears in their dreams
But only when their last dollar is spent
When there is no one else to steal from
Will they wake to find
That money does not keep their bellies full
The water's have dried
The last fish died
And they will realize
A lifetime too late
9-5 was all they did
All they lived for
All they have,
Fortune
A fortune that cannot pay off the Devil they let follow them home
Devil that they can't pay off with their last dollar
Devil, that they are.
