Blue Collar Dilemma

I Wish I were outside,
Not in this shop,
With this dust, this dirt,
And these halogen lights.

All it does is depress me,
Repress me, Upset me,
Aggravate the Hell out of me,
De-motivation to Work.

It’s not just the building though,
My coworkers are a drag,
They tell lewd jokes and laugh at farts,
They’re satisfied with being nothing.

What I do all day is nothing,
And I have no right to complain,
I haven’t done a thing to change it,
I just accept it, detest it, and regret it.

I could do better but I don’t,
Am I lazy, crazy, needy, greedy?
What about my condition has me so conditioned,
To accept my failed position?

It’s not just this shop,
Not just these coworkers,
Not just Me,
I can’t blame society.

So what, So what can I do,
To tempt myself, to attempt myself,
To change what I have acclimated to?
Nothing, Nothing but bitch and moan to you.