Job Satisfaction !

This job reminds me of the weather
Grey with a chance of swearing,
Leaves a screaming in my hearing
Whenever the alarm starts ringing
Motivation starts to lack
Like a sack bag of dog shit sitting right out
My front door
Impossible to not step in
I don’t care enough
I despair
Not my fault
Why hire people who don’t.

Now go to work to pay your rent
To work some more money spent
On cars and fags and phones
More baggage that just fills your pockets
The lie that makes it all seem worth it

Great now it is fucking raining
Sorry about all the swearing!