Work bell to hell rings much too early,

Fast pace rat race to nowhere surely,

I punch my clock and head to my cell,

Just like some dam criminal,

Fifty some hours six days a week,

It is a life for the meek,

I’m lookin’ for a find to get me out of this grind,

It kills my soul and it steals my time,

So I applied for the job to sit on the jury,

Of a high profile trial of fury,

Have a seat take a look listen up write a book,

A script for the camera that might just grab ya’,

Sounds like a pretty good gig to me,

If you want your pay the man will say,

Just do your job and don’t you stray,

You’re just some low down dirty slave,

Don’t be brave you best behave,

Got bills to pay each and every way,

My dollar’s worth less and less every day,

Got to be some better ways,

It doesn’t pay to work these days,

So I applied for the job to be a false suspect,

In a government cover up accident project,

Maybe then I’ll get a little respect,

Not to mention a nice fat check,

Sounds like a pretty good gig to me,

So I applied for the job to be a pro victim,

Would you please fill my prescription,

See I got this brand new disease,

Puts my brain in a deep freeze,

Sounds like a pretty good gig to me.

By
Steve Pollack