The merchant rises before the dawn

And sees the darkness fading

For another day of trading

An existence so degrading

In its repetitious gloom

And soon it will be time to start

The grinding shift, its end so far

Away from where the two arms stand

Into the strand and down the hall

Up the escalator to the end of the mall

And the sliding doors, they open wide

The hungry eyes then walk inside

Every hour drags it’s heels

Down the hallway of the day

Dissociated all the way

Is the only way to stay till the hourly fray

To his dismay, it’s only midday

Just a few more times to repeat the phrase

“Is that with card or cash?”

Attitudes brash

Psychological tires slashed

Until he’s crashed into the five

Lock away and say goodbye

Until his tired eyes awake on the morrow

Through his sorrow he always knows

It’s all the same fucking day.