Monday to Friday we rise to our trades
fueling the commutes with acrid caffeine
to stimulate vigor and labor rate
making us happy go lucky machines
Over the weekend we bask and indulge
Getting sequestered in indolent amber
Helping us unwind from lingering sludge
Tranquilly posed with sparkling candor
And Monday comes and we rinse and repeat
working to play and repay this long debt
Until we are slaves that live for the suite
Life's little narcotics for t.v and the net
Unlimited choices, all at your fingertips
Swallowed by freedom we stick to the script
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