He's a grey suited mouse that travels Business Class,
His boss pays the tickets, his boss owns his ass.
Wears the clothes of the herd, grey suits the normality,
Being conform is his reality.
Meeting to meeting, plan to plan,
Believing he's 'made it' serving the man.
Then boredom becoming he envies the free,
But credit card debts mean he cannot flee.
His wife needs more money she's bought a new cup,
even more plastic to fill his void up.
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