Slave poem

You are a slave to your grave,
yes, I know you, you will never give up,
working yourself into the ground,
you with your crazy work ethic,
saving money, putting it by for a rainy day,
but you, you will never get to spend it,
because you will be dead by then,
and what good will it have done,
because what good will it have done,
to have worked so hard all your life,
and to have had barely any fun?

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