Fluorescent lights hum like a curse,
Crowded halls, it could be worse
If the toilets flushed, if the stench would fade,
If the food wasn’t beige and microwaved.
Commute eats hours I’ll never get back,
Stuck in a box on a mindless track.
“Collaboration”—what a f***ing joke,
We sit on Teams calls, no one spoke.
Leadership grins through a spreadsheet lens,
Bleeding us dry for quarterly ends.
They don’t hear pain, they don’t hear pleas
They hear “market share” and “efficiencies.”
The breakroom’s packed, the stink is real,
The badge clicks in, we numb and kneel.
Bathroom stalls with broken locks,
Barely space to vent or talk.
You want four days? Fine. Here’s my soul.
Grind it down, that’s your goal.
I once had pride in what I do
Now I just survive to make it through.
Angry clients, frayed morale,
Sabbaticals scrapped, but you’re all smiles.
Stock price rises, we decay
Is this your vision? Work this way?
We gave you trust, we gave you time.
You gave us slogans, filth, and grime.
And if this is victory,if this is the end
Then may your empire rot, my friend.