It’s what you do
It’s all familiar
I’ve been here before
Clock in
Clock out
Clock in
Grab the sheet
Fill in the time
Fill in the time
Put on the transparent top
Put on the gripping gloves
Grab the sanitation spray
Start the rounds through the halting hallways
Wiping soulless surfaces
Again
The cloth goes around
Around
Around
Again
Each separate space
cheerless characters
Work day in
Day out
Wishing
Begging
For your spot
Deep in inside
They know
They’ll rot
To have your shot
Maybe it’s not bad
To clock in
Clock out
Clock in
Clock out
One should stay glad
To not scrounge land
