I WORK FOR THE DEVIL(A BANK)

Every day I plod away
My soul slowly being eaten away
Every day I make more than just hay
And still my soul wants to run away
I despair but I’m at my desk everyday

I do as I am told
Things that bother me remain unsaid
It pays well and makes me wealthy
But my conscience is eternally uneasy
I should run away but I’m lazy

All around me are sharks
I am one I will not lie but
I only eat those in my way
In order to stay alive
And exist for another day
Worry not
My colleagues would do the same
For that it how we play

I can Scheme
But of late I feel I have lost my way
My appetite for blood has gone
I now feel soulless and
I am full of dismay
I wait patiently for those wanting my fall
To have their day
Is it true I have burnt out
As my laughing colleagues say?

It took a long time
For me to see
How living can cause misery for me
And those I can’t even see

As I pack up for the last
I am glad I still can make a new start
The other day a guy upstairs stepped off the roof
It was such a gloomy day

I ruined a few lives
I made most rich
I look for no sympathy
I’m just saying that life’s a bitch