I’ve had an entry level job since 1994.

Chances for promotion are as rare as dinosaur.

My benefits have dwindled to a Walgreen’s discount card

And a whistle that will summon up a saint bernard.

My pension has been gutted, and no union wants me in --

I can’t afford retirement without a Lotto win.

Work may be a blessing and a comfort, it is true --

But why then do I feel like I’m a stripped revolving screw?