The tide toils on, and on with the time.
On with the pokerface and out the door.
Pray to your faith to forget the problems,
Always nice to have a scapegoat for guilt.
Brush shoulders with the afterlife daily,
Dangerous is, the steel horse caravan.
Which will kill you first? Cigs, or stress?
Tedious tasks to make up the scratch,
Line your wallet with a bit of shake, its O.K.
Longing look to the clock, time takes it home,
Eventually…
The tide toils on, slow and steady wins last place.
Day by day it’s been the same old shit.
Look out the window at life passing on,
Always nice to think about good times, but
Sanity grinds at least twice daily.
Goddamn these fools, they just dont pay enough,
How will you part ways? Goodbye, or pinkslip?
Time is bored down here, she tugs at the chains,
While you whittle at the shackles for spare time freed.
Patiently.
The tide toils on, but the time waits for change
Kudos to those who pathpave in haste,
Climb on the ladder built on the backs of the poor,
Busy little workerbees polish cogs, fruitlessly.
They’ll tell you no, even if you do what you’re told.
Fuck it, get wasted. Loss of mind fits snug,
Blackout the bruised fruit of labor so loveless,
Which vice will follow suit? Want something rougher?
Eat the happy skittles, smile just a bit harder
One day all the bull you go through will be worth it in the end.
Hopefully.

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