from the cubicle wasteland, the day is filled
with countless TPS reports to be killed
vicariously living from break to break
deriving my value from slideshows I make
a foregone conclusion is all that I need
to fatten the unspoken goddess of greed
whatever it takes to surpass the line
there’s no inefficiency I cannot find
I press on until at last I am done
convincing myself that big business is fun
and yet there’s one thing that fills me with sorrow;
I have to get up and start over tomorrow