The papers filed
The staples bent
The computer glowing
The dull chatter
The drip drip

She walks to the office
She stares down her boss
He smiles, his hands clasped
She walks to him, clop
He pats her rear, tap

She does what she must
She must have the pay
She has a little boy
She's got bills a ton
She's got needs and wants

She'll give herself
She'll do all
Just for wage