Corporate Grind

⁣Crushed beneath the weekly grind, an endless task to clerks confined
A soulless march, no peace we find, in office dungeons harshly shined
The ticking clock, it haunts our plea, work's chains tight, no way we flee
Infernal emails blast decree, our sweat and tears, they mix so free
We drag and drag against the tide, a hellish march, this corporate ride
A demon's laugh, it swells inside, as pressure mounts, no place to hide
Keyboards clack, with wrists in pain, the daily toll of the mundane
Eyes on screens with glaring light, a torment lasting through the night
Bureaucrats with sharpened fangs, the cubicles with heavy chains
Papers stacked, a rising flood, inked with sweat and stained with blood

This grinding wheel, it shreds our soul, it mocks, it sneers, without control
We scream inside, a voiceless hole, ensnared within this dreary role
Caffeine surges, veins ignite, enduring through this sullen fight
A corporate beast with appetite, it feasts on dreams in dead of night
The minutes stretch to hours' length, devoid of joy, bereft of strength
Each task, a foe, each day, a length, of endless war, of waning wench
The printer's jam, a battle cry, resistance mounts, yet hope runs dry
A paper cut, the small sharp sigh, in this office, essence dies
Through the graphs and glaring spreadsheets' blight, our wills erode beneath the flourescent light
A fight for breath, a fight for sense in vain, the office gulping souls, the white collar bane

Files pile high, their weight we bear, silent screams in a leather chair
Shackled by a tie, a snare, a week of torment, wear and tear


In the abyss of the daily grind, our humanity gets left behind
A battle cry in a soundproof room, echoes lost in corporate gloom