Showed Up Late

Patched in by a maker with the shakes

Shit worked riddled with mistakes
Clocked out early, showed up late
Log my complaint
I detest

Corral these red rats
Programmed to break my own heart
Leave me to my work--I don't need a hand

To keep me is no gain
To lose me, to detriment
A morose master parading my bitterness around
Follow my song