Bottom of the bay

Title: The Bottom of the Bay
[Intro]
(Slow, heavy electric guitar with a lot of grit. A steady, thumping kick drum.)
[Verse 1]
Three days missed in sixty—yeah, they called it "attendance"
But we all know the truth, it was budget dependence
Clocked four-seven-nine, almost hit the mark
Then they cut me loose and left me in the dark.
Move to the next one, fifteen an hour
Watching a veteran’s spirit go sour
Doing the paperwork wrong for twenty years straight
But I'm the one "unengaged"? Yeah, that’s a heavy weight.
[Pre-Chorus]
Now I’m at Vertifi, eighteen on the check
Got a broom in my hand and a pain in my neck
They called it "Lumber," but let's be real clear
I’m the only one cleaning while the rest shift gear.
[Chorus]
I’m pulling every pallet just to sweep the floor
While the world keeps moving past the warehouse door
Taking off the plastic, picking up the trash
Trading my pride for a little bit of cash.
You wanted a janitor? You shoulda just said
Instead of feeding me lies and messing with my head
Yeah, I’m at the bottom, but I’m built for the climb
Just a Masterpiece waiting on a different time.
[Verse 2]
Sweep the whole bay, then put it all back
Watching the forklift fly down the track
I don’t have the license, I don’t have the hours
But I got the vision and I got the powers
To see through the game and the corporate greed
I’m more than a broom, I’m a different breed.
[Bridge]
(Music gets louder—heavy drums and distorted guitar)
Go ahead, give me the trash, give me the dust
I’ll do the job 'cause a living’s a must
But don’t think for a second that this is the end
I’m just gathering strength around the next bend.
[Outro]
(Guitar feedback fades out)
Yeah... keep the broom.
I’m just passing through.
(Sound of a warehouse door slamming shut)

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