Bullshit e-mail job (an anthem)
Drowning every day, but this sea won’t let me die; if tears were a deliverable I wouldn’t have to cry.
And I’m in shit with my timesheet, keeping upbeat on my six inch while I’m six feet. God, I’m buried.
Make that concrete, like my to-dos and these new shoes, put to good use
‘Cause I’m hook-deadline-sinking;
Whatever were they even thinking?
I mean come on, just look at me.
Ain’t no Miss Productivity
Prayin’ to Prometheus, same eagles on the call. Pretty sure my liver’s working harder than ‘em all.
And I’m done cooked, overly booked; wanting “well done” got me burnt out, agenda nuked.
How’d I get here? Hell I just fluked, call it hubris, like Icarus, and my hours.
‘Cause I’m burnt out and falling;
Whoever did they think they’re calling?
I mean come on, just look at me.
Ain’t no paragon of capability.