Day After Day Poem by Vishorag Shadja

Bored to death by the job,
I almost sound like a snob..
Day after day I try my best,
Work hard every second without rest.

Promotion year after year,
Work on weekends due to fear,
Of losing job and losing all,
And the terror of extreme befall.

Walk with unstoppable stride,
Stop not to smell the flowers beside,
The boss is ever ready to hound,
And to lose the job you are bound.

Surely you do understand,
Burning yourself on both end,
If you work at this rate,
You're going to seal your fate.

Bored to death by the work,
Any second I might go berserk.
Day after day I work at your behest,
Someone please lay me to rest.