Scrub
I polish and shine till it sparkles,
This vase that’s worth more than my car.
My fingers all ache and my limbs are dead tired,
But my mind is alive in the stars.
They say that there’s nobody out there,
That we are alone in this void.
As I scrub round the rim of the toilet,
It’s so hard to be glad I’m employed.
I pray for the day of invasion,
When the creatures are finally free.
They will crush our defences and rule us,
And my boss will become just like me.
