Working

Working
Working for a psychiatrist, puts you to the test
Trying to make sure all your patients are fine, in line
To see the Dr all in good time

Cleaning the rooms
All the doom
People talking nothing but gloom

Pasting a smile on your face
Fast pace, human race

To get home and make dinner for the crazies there
Your tired but they don't seem to care
Your body needs repair
Your in despair

Evening comes,
You succumb
Lie down on your bed and
Poof, your done

Until the next day then
Here comes the Sun