The eight-minute walk,
Hustling through the street,
Misery has chosen its sacrifice,
The cash return hostage.
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4 to 10,
Only 6 hours,
Feels like an eternity,
As I stand for endless punishment.
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Belongings locked away,
The temporary admittance,
Once I leave,
God will then set them free.
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Bagging and scanning,
No, the milk isn't on sale,
Flick, Flick, Flick,
The switch regularly hunts fresh blood,
While customers never feel happy.
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The demons make false claims,
Here I am, stuck behind the cage,
Prisoners run the system,
I'm Checking the time –
Only two hours have died.
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Finally, punching out without hesitation,
I tread the 8 minutes back to temporary Heaven,
Waking up to a new modern-day,
My nightmare has begun again.