Drained of all compassion
trying to make it through in a normal fashion..
Dealing with a new set of cards
while reminded by the daily retards...
Just another paycheck to make due.
Just another saying of making true.
Another babble of inconsistency
while I dwell in my fantasy..
A compassionless soul left to dwell
in this little self made hell.
Another twilight zone moment
and wondering which 5% I represent
but oh no, not me, not now,
since I never knew anyhow..
I’m not going back home
I’d rather just die alone..
No more torment or petty release.
No more gears I have to grease.
No one to please.
No more begging on my knees/
I thought I wanted a career, not a job,
turned out I wanted the paychecks, Bob...
No more life to call my own
since it seems a little, I have grown...

02/01/2000

Posted on 12/16/2003
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