Move one foot over the other, or is it after?
Oh, language save me.
I wish I have the time and space to write
but the weekend is ever ticking towards Monday,
where corporate demons prowl and bitches whinge
and bosses emphatise with their hoes
and leave the unsightly gnomes to do the heavy lifting
driving the machinery of lies.
I don’t see myself in that company and yet plans I have not.
I want my time. I need it. I have to save some dough.