Free Drinking Toasts because problems at work are surely something to drink about. Everybody wants the perfect job, but it doesn't always happen.
You're feeling quite bitter today?
Too much work done for too little pay
Pecking keyboards, your girth
Is increasing. It's worth
All you've got if there's some other way.
Your boss extends hope, it's a tease
To keep you in line, and with ease.
Yet you must keep your house
And you are the mouse
In the trap, so just who moved your cheese?
In this business of earning a living
The worker continues in giving
While months become years
Increasingly hears
A small voice expressing misgiving.
In your status as a mortgagee
You continue to be employee
In a job that you hate
Knowing your mortgage rate
Consumes you, unfortunately.
Edward, put off by the grim humor of his pub mates, and one who has read the classics there at Oxbridge, mutters quietly, “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.” Then he collects his watch with its fob, slips it into his vest pocket, and totters home, while others with more modest means drain the last bitter dregs…
Like a child's tiny pet, you run round
That treadmill, just covering ground
That goes nowhere yet,
Just serving your debt
A greedy, voracious hellhound.
Punch that time clock, if you please.Should ever you find yourself similarly depressed about the nine-to-five, you might consider SBI.
A pile of debt like a disease
Or a monster that feeds
On you for the needs
Of your family, so who moved your cheese?
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