Nothing is so bad it can't be observed with dry amusement
I would know, I often watch myself in the mirror, or window panes of board rooms, stealing glances to see how stupid I look
I may sound intelligent, but I know I am just lying
I was not at fault, but then who cares , heads need to roll
Leaving would cause me some monetary losses, staying could cost me sanity
The therapist is no one's friend, they will eat up my money
under the pretence like my coworkers who listen
So let me doodle, pretend my coffee cup is the Suez, the browning cream on the tea is the great atlantic garbage patch
My spoon is the device to cure this world.
I could drop my pen, three times in quick succession, try to catch it, disturb attention
I am bored, meetings are pointless, if it's not over and about food and beer
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