I’ve had an entry level job since 1994.
Chances for promotion are as rare as dinosaur.
My benefits have dwindled to a Walgreen’s discount card
And a whistle that will summon up a saint bernard.
My pension has been gutted, and no union wants me in --
I can’t afford retirement without a Lotto win.
Work may be a blessing and a comfort, it is true --
But why then do I feel like I’m a stripped revolving screw?