9 2 5 Confused

Working 9 to 5 on minimum wage, until old age.

It's not about the money, honey.

You don't fell brave, just like a slave, but you gave until you entered a maze.

Confused and abused, you refuse to blow a fuse.

It is your choice, your voice.  Just ignore the noise.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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