ALL CHANGE

Woke up feeling purple,
a lack of blood supply,
my eyes are crying onions,
my goodness how they cry,
feeling just a trickle sad,
because, the interview so bad,

I have to quit,
I have to leave,

what am I to do?
my fingers they are charged up,
those charges only static,
which is what my life's become.
next train leaving from platform 1,
destination planet Earth,

A new career I fear!
(C) Livvi