Over Time

Soaring through the a.m
trying to make the day
fly by.

Grinding for the p.m
so I can get off
work and get high.

Back home I get blazed
out of my mind
just to pass the time.

Trying to find the right words
to make my life
worth more than a nickel or dime.

See, lately it feels like that's all
I am, pocket change
for corporate's big, black pants.

These bully businessmen
holding their gold lock briefcases;
I can't even get a dollar to advance.

No more hourly pay increase
so how am I suppose to pay
the rent and put food on my plate?

I can't eat cliches
there's nothing else
left for me to debate.

So I work this dead end job
just to pay my bills,
yet still I barely get by.

Sometimes I wonder
if it's true about shooting
stars across the sky.