Prostituted Life

Will A. Sanborn

9/15/95

It's 9:30 on a Friday night
And I'm just getting off from work
Another project gone on too long
With the due date pressing sharply against my spine

Driving home I brood about my pathetic life

That is what little of it I still own

Again I've prostituted my life for overtime

As if that's any compensation for the plans I had to miss
Left toiling away in the salt mines
Just to get the job done

Have I sold my soul to the company?

Sold out to higher education,
For a better job, a better lifestyle?

While I feel like I'm running on a treadmill

Chasing after a carrot on a stick


Copyright 1995, Will A. Sanborn - was1@shore.net