Time for Work

A time for work, the hated place
The location of my oppression.
It takes me from the things I like,
And leaves me with depression.

I hate thee work, I hate ye so.
I wish that thou wouldst die.
But you will not, and so I must
Continue to work and sigh.

The end is in sight, I must declare
The hated time shall end.
I shall move on, I must confess,
The time is just around the bend.

And so I wait
For this special time
When my life can start moving on.
I can move on up and take charge of my life,
Instead of being a pawn.


Until next time...