The pressing of the daily grind
I must to pay the bills
For novels, art, and poetry
All seem to me like frills

Pleasing here and catering there
To act like someone's slave
My heart maintains a frantic beat
Will send me to my grave

Pennies in dollars out
How can I keep up this pace?
The latest technology
Just speed this backwards race

So, I've advanced to this degree
And to the Lord I've cried
"Help me understand and know
I'm on a rearward slide"