Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.

Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work:
This odium; pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work:
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’

Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work:
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

But Hark I see a golden gleam;
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear -
This wondrous hangman’s rope!

Ah, now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work:
Just eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

Mark Slaughter