I look around, Same old faces,
everyone with blank expressions trying to meet expectations.

No friendliness or unfriendliness, get this done, get that done.
Robot’s & work horses – that is all we are.

Everyone so concerned, with how good they are…
How do they look, does they’re boss really care?

Money, work, drink, successful,
These are the things that matter to these people…

Not family, not friends, not love…
Just intent on successfulness, at the cost .

Nothing but competitiveness,
producing nothing but emptiness.

Constantly expectant of bollockings,
Living and working in fear.

This is a day in life at an Investment bank..