Zero Damage To My Spine

Verse 1

Seven AM, the warehouse floor is freezing cold

You’re lifting crates like they’re filled with solid gold

Bending at the waist, ignoring every safety rule

Straining muscles just to please some corporate tool

I see your discs compressing under heavy stress

While I’m perfecting ways to maximize my rest

You think your hustle earns a crown or golden ring

I think your spine is snap-crackle-popping like a spring

Verse 2

You skipped your fifteen-minute break to finish fast

I’m on hour three of making one excel sheet last

Ergonomic cushions keeping my alignment tight

While your sciatic nerve is screaming through the night

The supervisor smiles and hands you extra tasks

You take the burden up without a question asked

Enjoy that overtime, it's funding your decline

I'm clocking out with zero damage to my spine

Chorus

Go ahead and break your backs for pennies on the dime

I’m saving my vertebrae for retirement time

You’ll be popping pills, scheduled for surgery

I’ll be moving fluidly at eighty-three

Jokes on you, the corporate ladder breaks your frame

I kept my posture perfect while I dodged the game

Verse 3

A decade passes by, the metrics start to peak

Your cartilage is gone, your knees are getting weak

You wear a lumbar brace beneath your flannel shirt

And tell yourself the daily agony is worth the work

I watch you limp across the parking lot in pain

Unloaded twenty pallets in the freezing rain

The company forgot your name by Tuesday night

But your arthritis keeps the memory burning bright

Bridge

You gave your youth and bone density away

For a generic certificate and dental plan pay

Now you're frozen stiff, stuck inside a recliner chair

Regretting every heavy box you ever had to bear

I’m doing yoga stretches, feeling completely free

Unbothered by the ghost of industrial synergy

Outro

No slipped discs over here.

Perfect posture.

Enjoy the physical therapy bills, my friend.

I'll be walking just fine.