Every day's a routine
If your mind is so keen
To register a win
Sure not a far-fetched sin . . .
Wake-up for toxic job
Just expecting a snob
Can't belong to the fab
Still can't pick-up the tab . . .
May be dressed to impress
To front the evil stress
That led mine into mess
As if they could care less . . .
Downing bottles with chaps
Able to tackle craps
And in making those stops
Plus keys to hurdle traps . . .
With the other species
It seemed kinda easy
Tried to keep me busy
Although they are sleazy . . .
Worked my way into 'em
Cool to hang-out with 'em
I danced all over 'em
Until I find a gem . . .
But after a good night
Why do I still feel tight?
Something is just not right
I have to see the light . . .
Even for a nice deed
It's not just what I need
That's a different seed
It clashes with my creed!
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