22 October 2012
They get paid more
Christ knows what for
Responsibilities shirked
While we're overworked
They're free to roam
'Til it's time to go home
In the same place we stay
Every. Bloody. Day.
All I can see
Is you leaving it to me
There's ash on the line
By the no smoking sign
Each day clocking in
I shudder within
'Cos I know in my mind
Just what I'll find
An unholy mess
Caused by nightshift, no less
I don't ask for much
Common decency's touch
I really should know
Just how it'll go
Paid more to do less
No wonder they don't stress...
Days Vs Nights • Opuss № I