Un-dead Job

I'm tired of the dead-end job
With the dead-end people
Crawling and scratching from their dead-end graves
A knock-off scene form the rather un-dead thriller
The reeking pay from the rotting man
Never a penny more after years of end-dead working
Decaying substance of self much like the putrefied limbs
Dragging along my end-dead future
Searching for brains and fulfillment
Aimlessly roaming with no opinion
Slowly decomposing into the working un-dead