(no subject)
i see myself today,
set apart from any other version of myself.
who is this?
is that me?
tragic it is,
to see how a dollar can change a person.
words account for nothing,
only words on paper count.
working hard,
is working foolishly
in the age of the machine.
in the age of bullshit we live in.
words account for nothing,
words on paper speak for days.
take your time off,
you deserve it.
monkeys will always throw shit,
and maybe that is why businessmen carry briefcases of paper to throw at people.
all we have is time for sale,
the people buying it are our enemies.
through written agreements and paper transactions
my free time becomes anothers,
and it becomes a sadder and sadder thing,
everyday after i punch that clock.
set apart from any other version of myself.
who is this?
is that me?
tragic it is,
to see how a dollar can change a person.
words account for nothing,
only words on paper count.
working hard,
is working foolishly
in the age of the machine.
in the age of bullshit we live in.
words account for nothing,
words on paper speak for days.
take your time off,
you deserve it.
monkeys will always throw shit,
and maybe that is why businessmen carry briefcases of paper to throw at people.
all we have is time for sale,
the people buying it are our enemies.
through written agreements and paper transactions
my free time becomes anothers,
and it becomes a sadder and sadder thing,
everyday after i punch that clock.