I work in a box
a sea green box
no windows
one door
(but at least the door locks)
It's private. (It's hot!)
It's all that I've got
I exist
and get pissed
in this one little spot
But the music - it saves me
Won't let work enslave me
It finds me
Defines me
It crashes and caves me
Inside my green box
A sweet guitar rocks
I am lifted
And gifted
While the work clock tick-tocks
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