Alarm was silenced, shower was cold,

My coffee pot was filled with mold.

Traffic jams and all red lights,

The day is hot, these pants are tight.

No time for food no time for drink,

No time for hygiene, I fear I stink.

It’s not that bad, it could be worse,

That’s what they say, their words I curse.

For one and one add up to two,

That’s two for me and none for you.

They all add up, this much I know,

Day by day I watch them grow.

This day feels different, this is true,

I’ve reached the end, my rope is through.

I hope my neck this rope will snap,

The straw has broke the camels back.