Creativity lies on the road ahead
Yet work makes me feel dead
A sheep wanders in front of the car
No way past it, I won't get far
The longer I have to wait
The more it'll make me hate
I'm having to go to work every day
Denying expression in every way
Companies loathe art, they want sheep
Numbing routines which they can keep
They think wages can fill the trough
I want to write, so they can fuck off.
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