Where did the weekend go
I say to Steve
As the elevator opens
On the 7th floor of hell
Third cup of coffee
Now I’m half awake
Start to wander through my email
Getting cozy in my cell
1-2-3-4-5 more hours
crush my soul
and send me flowers
take me home
where I can be myself again
Someday
Monday I’ll sleep in ‘till noon
And stay out late
And live the life I want
I know
One day
I’ll leave this dull grey cubicle behind
If the rent could still be paid