Poem – Weekend Work

Weekend Work

I gaze out the dirty window
of the cell where I spend my days
Seeing life pass and the wind blow
Longing to feel it upon my face

The hours spent alone
In a room filled with others
This prison of ours

A corporate life to pay the bills
Dreary existence of those who suffer
Cracking jokes or seeking cheap thrills
Shooting rubber bands at each other

Funny how life works
Slave away on a weekend
Execs get to play

One day we will burst free
Shatter the chains causing the strife
My hope for you and me
Is that we o before the end of life