The Nine To Five

BEEP BEEP BEEP, my alarm shocks and it's more than I can take,
The repetitive noise telling me, that I should be awake,
I groan but it's inevitable, I must get out of my bed,
The morning routine has started, things going through my head.

First of all the shower,  which will spark me into life,
As soon as I get out of it, then in will go my wife,
Then the shuffle to the kitchen, and breakfast will occur,
But until I get my caffeine hit, everything is just a blur.

Time to jump in the car, and head towards my job,
Other people weaving into the city, a traffic jam that's odd,
I park the car downstairs, and stroll towards my desk,
Now I am stuck here for eight hours, it's as good as it's going to get.

Come five pm I'm out the door, and back down to my car,
The politics of office work, can sometimes be bizarre,
Dictaphones, meetings, and all the emails that I sent,
But I know I have to come here, because love doesn't pay the rent.

The traffic out is like the traffic in, oh look there's been a crash,
I wish that there was some device, to transport me in a flash,
I get home to start dinner, my wife will be here soon,
Gobble that down then watch some TV, then it's back into my room.

Sometimes I feel like a mouse, on a spinning wheel,
Stuck in a case of Groundhog Day, is how it makes me feel,
I wish I worked Saturday and Sunday, and spent the week at home,
Then I'd have more precious time, to get out of here and roam.

I will work until retirement age, it goes up every year,
I presume I'll have a few good years, before I die I fear,
What's the point of enjoying yourself, with one foot in the grave,
I'm sure that life would be much simpler, if I was living in a cave.

I ponder these things nightly, as I stare up at the roof,
But work provides money, I am stuck and that's the truth,
As these thoughts turn into blur, I drift off back to sleep,
I dream I'm on a tropical beach, till I hear that BEEP BEEP BEEP.