Morning Hunger

Wakes up hungry
But the effort to move
Is more than he can ever
Be bothered to prove
A saucepan in the fridge
He could eat it is true
But then he remembers
That he'd still have to chew.

Work

Work, toil
Effort and toil
Oh foil
Oh foil
After work
Sleep
To sanity
Keep
Work, toil
Effort and toil

Notice the repetition of the word 'toil' creates an atmosphere of anxiety and discomfort in which the reader can observe the physiological entrapment of the poetic voice within a framework of routine and monotony.