The Big Fat Rat Race

The alarm went off before the sun could shine,

I had hit on ‘snooze’ once more with a whine;

As I pulled the quilt back upon my face,

It croaked to say, “Go rush, join the rat race!”

I woke with a start, and went for a shower,

Till I began to smell like the jasmine flower;

I buttoned my cuffs and tied the shoelace,

Heck! I am running late to grace the rat race!

I whirled my wheels; you would think I were Schumacher,

I raced through the cars just like a growth hacker;

Jumped signals, uttered curses, without a sorry face,

Back-off, clear my path, I have to ace the rat race!

I reached my cubicle, and sat on my chair,

I opened my inbox, and found a whole layer,

Of mails and work, I had to greet and embrace,

Welcoming me to a brand new day of the rat race.

It was only Tuesday, but my mind had already counted,

Full three days to go, before the weekend had mounted;

So on I went with my work, I had to keep pace,

Pulled my socks up; thanked the Lord, I had made it to the rat race!