Work is work
I cannot escape
Stare so hard
At those pearly gates

I wait my turn
For that dying day
Time is endless?
He makes me stay!

I wonder when
I get to leave
This fleeting life
Please, end this dream!

she said to me
what makes your heart sing?

paused for a moment
whispered quietly,

not a **** thing
we wondered

is this wrong?
i only listen to the radio

and my heart,
she merely hums along

the frequent occurrence
of which
muscle fibers fire off
quick twitch
rapid movement
atoms in mind
looking for a topic
to define
but the great abyss,
endless
our mission denied

be afraid
vibrantly staid
in despair
beyond repair
shambles of a life
still, she is my wife
despite the petty games
we play

a scepter hangs
above their head
a course of action
they must carefully tread
pull the right strings,
an adverse decision
dead

gaze upon the fallow
pigs like to wallow
in the muddy remains
of tomorrow

how do you know me
eye to eye,
i recognize thee
us pigs
squeal "wee!"

a sight to behold
two pigs on a roll
one wasting time
the other, on hold