This here 9 to 5 is not as simple as described.
I feel lied to, yet, you trust in me to deliver in the best way I know how but,
with age comes responsibility.
With age comes a moral that sees ugly, in the good. Am I now meant to thank you for being placed in such a position where my tongue, capped for professional reasons, cannot speak its mind.
This here 9 to 5 spreads past the PM.
it stretches into the early hours.
Looking around, I notice how some are servants to its needs, how they loose themselves, cloud such guilt through bottled escapism
and wake with bags layered under their eyes
This cannot me life
I decline the invitation.