Guy Gripes and Hustles

[Verse]
Guy’s at the desk, fingers tapping concrete,
Bemoaning bosses, "Man, these folks so oblique."
Breakroom gossip, plotting while they tweet,
Hustles on the side, scheming extra dough in fleet.
[Verse 2]
Worn-out keyboard, got complaints galore,
"I'm the MVP, yet they treat me poor."
Secret side hustle, selling snacks from drawer,
Penny stash’s growing, but still wanting more.
[Chorus]
Guy's griping, typing, never satisfied,
Hating 9 to 5, but cash flow magnified.
Double dealing in the shadows, slick and dignified,
Money on the side, frustration fortified.
[Verse 3]
In the cubicle dungeon, curses fly high,
"Wishing I were home, chillin' with the Wi-Fi."
Keyboard warrior, but dreams sky-high,
Hustle at the corner, candy making him sly.
[Verse 4]
Guy's side gig, vending machines bringin’ change,
Under the table, he's making deals so strange.
Laughing to the bank, quiet money exchange,
Yet still he moans, seeks better range.
[Bridge]
Endless complaints, office life's a drag,
But Guy's on the grind, never one to lag.
Pennies pile up in a secret swag bag,
Hustle intertwined, still a corporate nag.

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