Dead Time

I gots monsters on my fingers
When I type, their dead skin lingers
When I shove a spike, down through my chin
When I suck hard
An’ inhale high within
When I look up to the sky
An’ think ‘9 to 5’ has to be a sick joke
- Breathing out heavy
The heaps of jivey smoke.

When I shove marketing jargon
Up the fat client’s nose
When I strip naked in a board meeting
And forget the rules of clothes
I gots some acid of my lips once
And the world began to erode
I kissed a pretty princess
And she turned into a toad
She bounced and hopped, like a funky beat
forgot lunch at work, proceeded to eat my seat
I heard I ripped the ears off my cheap deluded boss
Now she can’t hear my misery
And considers it a loss.
So I’ve decided to shut down my house,
Log off the kids and car
I’ve realised it’s not about “just because”
But about “because we are“
I’ve read some magazines,
To try to fill up my head
But the only honest shit to read
Reaches top shelf, from my bed
An’ babies are being born today
A crying bloody mess
Life is being bored today
Bored to bloody death
Minutes passing anyway
When will this find an end?
Break out through this shit grey desk
Find a different trend
Stop holding a mouse all year,
Seeing my reflection lost in a monitor screen
Start thinking about a real life someday
And not just about the security green.