The office where dreams come to die

Being a bureaucratic slave was never part of the agenda
Life might actually have been better, were she a vendor
As the years went by, the politicians ceased to be fun
It was all a big joke, don’t excuse the pun
The corridors and desks in the office are nice and clean
While the classrooms behind the mountain look like a rotting bean
Her intentions have brought her to a hell she thought she’d escaped
After all this, what little respect she has, she’s scraped
As a white girl with an education, she knows she has a lot of power
Surrounded by men who throttle her ideas, her will begins to cower

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