A night of hard work,
No accomplishment,
No work of art,
No world peace,
There’s an emptiness,
Making money,
For the rich,
The men in suits.

I must fill this hole,
There’s an emptiness,
Cutting open boxes,
Placing on shelves,
I’m not a monkey,
This is an empty job.

After work,
McDonald’s drive-thru,
Maybe some steak,
Some egg, some cheese,
And a large iced coffee,
Maybe that will fill,
My emptiness.