We’ve Got Something for That

Your breathlessness feels like asphyxiation
You’ve missed a deadline for some bureaucrat
You’re sighing, crying, busting with frustration
I’m sure there is a therapy for that

The lights and noise and pressure make you dizzy
The heat is burning up the thermostat
I’m sorry but the therapist is busy
I’m sure there is a medicine for that

You’ve dropped a couple of the balls you’re juggling
So flexible you’re like an acrobat
Your manager has marked you down as ‘struggling’
I’m sure there is a punishment for that

To harm then blame? Why, something is amiss
I’m sure there is a better way than this.

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