caked with unbidden grime
oh, this feels like such a crime
doing work for almost no pay
but how would it be any other way?
it has to happen, that's the way life is
work work work, that's what's down the list
bullet after bullet, round after round
i look down, and i see my labor profound
the crisp bill melts in my fingers already
it never lasts, but next week, i'll be ready