friday rhyme

 
Like a bird in a small cage
 
I am building up my rage,
 
Closed inside the place of work
 
With a feeling of absurd,
 
What am I still doing here?
 
When my thoughts are sure and clear,
 
Should be roaming in the sand
 
For a sunburn to demand,
 
Maybe get a pint or two
 
While I watch the world go through,
 
Its so sad I ‘m not born rich
 
Life is sometimes just a bitch,
 
So I’ll have to sit and wait
 
For this workday to forfeit,
 
To the week I’ll say goodbye
 
To the weekend I’ll say hi.