Work
work
is a hellhound
and you are the sheep.
He nips at your hooves
Gives you no time to think
You're -18°c, or punching the air
and mostly you try to rival a cheetah,br>
Whenever he's there
Work is a hellhound
bonded together by
papers and coffee
and digital ink.
He is the man
and the machine.
He is status quo,
society.
The one herding you in
with the rest of the flock
No one bats an eye
We are all in shock.