Lletres: Lex Zaleta. No Place Like Home. Loose Change.

Two hours of my day stuck in a traffic jam;
Get home just in time to watch it on TV.
Makes me start to wonder exactly who I am,
And if I am even close to where I should be.

Get up next morning to my wind-up Big Ben;
Without any warning, power's out again.
Seems I'm in the dark about so many things;
Still a kid in the park standing by the swings.
I pull up to work, the parking lot's filled;
I don't have that perk, that reserved-spot thrill.
I find the last space halfway across town;
The skies open up, and I almost drown.

I've been nickeled and dimed,
Drawn and quartered;
I have half a mind
To cross that crazy border.
Dollars to donuts,
It would be way shorter,
Save a world of time,
Save shipping on my order.

Get to my office, drenched to the bone;

"Glad you could join us!" says my speakerphone.
I apologize profusely to my boss,
A mix of truth and lies to get my point across.
I work hard all day, fall further behind;
Must be a better way, better than this grind.
I hike thirty blocks back to my beater;
The temperature's dropped, wish I had a heater.

I've been nickeled and dimed,
Drawn and quartered;
I have half a mind
To cross that crazy border.
Dollars to donuts,
It would be way shorter,
Save a world of time,
Save shipping on my order.

Two hours of my day stuck in a traffic jam;
Get home just in time to watch it on TV.
Makes me start to wonder exactly who I am,
And if I am even close to where I should be.