Calling out my name
In a large room
8am
I sit there, on trial
For money that’s not mine
Only for me to sleep
The whole day
When I return
A hard day of nothing
Calling out my name
In a large room
8am
I sit there, on trial
For money that’s not mine
Only for me to sleep
The whole day
When I return
A hard day of nothing
Poetry and Writings - A Mind 