Alarm.
Traffic.
8h making somebody else richer.
A paycheck that already belongs to rent,
bills and debt before it even hits your account.
You ask permission for a day off.
Save all year for one vacation.
Then spend Sunday night dreading Monday.
Meanwhile, somebody else is waking up without an alarm, opening a laptop wherever they want and living the kind of life you keep saving to your phone.
And you’re supposed to be grateful because you have a job.
Five days surviving.
Two days living.
Repeat for 40 years.
FUCK THAT.








