Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work

Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work: Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work. Oh free me please with gentle ease From work, sleep, work, sleep, work! This odium, pounding tedium Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work. Just whisk me off to lands afar From work, sleep, work, sleep, work - That grinding train of rhythmic pain Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’ Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop In work, sleep, work, sleep, work, In trying to make some sense of all this Work, sleep, work, sleep, work. But Hark! I see a golden gleam - A saving spirit of hope: ‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear, This wondrous hangman’s rope! So now I’m free, released from all this Work, sleep, work, sleep, work - Eternal peace and rest for me, no Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.