Every morning Rise and shine; Start the day, On breakfast dine. Home at five, You left at nine; What’s the point Of this design? Through the traffic You must hack With your cup Of coffee black. Arrive in time To take the flack. What’s the point In comin’ back? Arrive on time And you prepare, Set a briefcase On the chair. Check your look, Your tie and hair, What’s the point Who’s gonna care? On the desk The papers pile, Coagulated Business bile. People pass You always smile; What’s the point Of this denial? Old are leavin’ New arrive, Some support And some connive. Busy bees Within the hive What’s the point, To just survive? Papers old Replaced with new, End of day The pile grew. Five o’clock The day is through, What’s the point Of what we do?