Endeavouring to keep you keen
You’re told you’re in a winning team
So every day of every week
You stay until the job’s complete

But you never win, only lose
Some may help, others use
The rhetoric’s repetitive
Must give them all you have to give

The boss is fat, his workforce lean
Your coffee’s black, he’s got the cream
He’ll pay you just enough to live
He must remain competitive

Remaining focused yet confused
All compassion now refused
So, who is right and who is wrong?
Which side of the fence do you belong?

Believing everything’s OK
You’ve had some laughs along the way
Time to go? – perhaps you’ll stay
Tomorrow is another day

A statistic on a balance sheet
You cost too much, you’re on the street
You had it all but now it’s gone
Is it your fault or just a con?

Black Coffee, where’s the cream?
An empty promise, a broken dream
Forget about the nine till five
You’ll work all hours just to survive.