My time - a currency,
My labour - a currency,
Working and toiling tirelessly,
To make a living,
Year in year out,
Day in day out,
Seven hours a day,
And yet I have nothing to show for it,

My bills ratchet up,
My wage still meager,
Putting food on the table,
Proves difficult,
Side hustles consume my thoughts,
Poor me,
I can't even think...