I sit and write

so very mind dulling

I work and work

yet no one know my name

i work, long hours low pay

I live alone, trying to get by

a lonely women in a lonely home

ever day too much work and not enough play

every day i fold the same crease on the same shape pieace of paper

i have 200 a day to fold

if i don't i get fired

then a new job, a new tedious task

and then yet again

long hours low pay

and no one knows my name.