Monotonous monstrosity, seeing how I’ve got to be part of mediocrity.
Could honestly get a lobotomy cuz that’s not what I want to be.
Is it money that could let this caged bird free?
Is that the key that could let me flee?
Surely! A lottery! It’s plain to see,
Could really change a lot for me.
This industry, promissory, pertaining to liability,
Would definitely be cured easily.
Though my quandary, sadly,
Cannot be cured by poetry.