Wake up Cliché

Wake up Cliché

I reach the packed train

Where I read my book

While travelling to work

Thru the congested city

Avoiding the rush hour

So dreaded and bad

Traffic fumes killing you

A joy for us workers

Who keep this nation going

While the fat leaders

Sleep in their penthouses

Relax in their glass houses

And rule us via ivory towers

While we take the bus or train

Or drive our mid range family car

Enduring the rat race

With no escape but two:

An early death from stress

Or retirement slow to die

Remembering your mouthy boss

Who hated everything

Yet he still did his job

Working for his own boss

Who worked for his boss

And so went the system

Office worker clones galore

In skyscrapers and call centres

All the same and a number

A little statistic on a ledger

Some clerk noting if you were late

And how many sales you got

Part of the gray system

So hated and loathed by all

Even its mythical creator

Whose name no one knows

Office God who we fucking hate

Wear a shirt and pants and shoes

No individualism allowed here

Especially among government workers

Harassed low level bureaucrats

Part of the system of enslavement

The system we all bloody hate

For people are waking up

And want to be free

Free from rules and laws

Not being told what to do

Or working for the Rothchild/Soros system

We will rebel and take to the hills!

Not go to work on Monday

Go and live amongst nature

In a quiet mountain cave

Or in a lush green forest

Where nobody will find us

And forget your gray corporate world

And its clones droning along

Who work hard for their fat bosses

And die young and hate life

In a world of greed and selfishness

Where money and egos rule

And failure is not tolerated

Nor is being different

And thinking out of the box

People break free from this world

Take up the challenge

And rebel right now

Shut down the city by vanishing

And going to live our dreams

And finally be free