I wake up in the morning
Disoriented, in a daze
Know not if still dreaming
Confused, in a maze
Sun is screaming,
Coffee pot is whistling,
People are rushing
Meetings are waiting
Traffic rush, mad rush
Road rage, drive engage
New Email, mail trail,
Mail veil, hidden nail
Mad day, total fray
Info spray, they sway
Every day play
Day over, log off
People are rushing
Rub chrome, reach home
Play role of husband
Play role of father
Tired, winded, burnt out
Mind blank, Need a
Glass of whiskey and a cigarette
Glass of whiskey and a cigarette
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I like your use of the words that have the sound of rushing, and the repetition of the sound in the rhyming. You really get the message across.