Wake up and suit up,
work hard in success’s wait.
All for the month end money fall,
all For the job you hate.
Walks on her hurting stilettos,
with every step crushing her sole.
Because he said they are good,
on just a random stroll.
That painfully held forced wide smile,
in every modish pose she strikes,
Might never be that happy in reality,
but her happiness is measured in likes.