Tooth And Nail
by Nevada Kerr


You can't lose a moment
There's too much to do
Overworked and thrown aside
What will become of you

Stress and endless pressure
Belittle every pleasure
The holiday industry
Consumes away your leisure

Leave no stone unturned
Strain every tender nerve
Look alive, hurry up
Your whole soul we deserve

What lies in your power
We run down and use up
Every vacant hour
We drain your cracking cup

Your knowledge and your skill
Bring grist to our mill
But you're only worth your salt
When we can kill your will

Written by © Nevada Kerr
September 27, 2003.

Created: October 2003 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 12/10/03