The Coffee Is Black Same News Some Intrigue,
My Eyes Hurt Less No Spunk Much Fatigue,
The House Once Noisy Now Sounds Silent,
My Soul Greets The Body And My Spirit Feels Violent,
A Trek To Some Place And Just To Slave,
But To Suffer Is Keen For Notoriety We Still Crave,
Today Is Not Similar We Want To Hurt My Boss,
But The Soul Tells My Body That The Spirit Is Just Lost.
TheDreadedWriter