Snowflake shingles
Brash happy jingles
They sing a song of winter
And here I stand in a large crowd’s empty hand
Silently screaming for another existence
And I throw my hands high and I wave at the sky
Inaudible invisible it’s a wonder I exist at all
They pull you in with sharp giddy hands
And all the while they cannot reach you
You and I we wonder if they really know
The sustenance they’re selling has hardly substance at all
Plastic memories and porcelain smiles
And they try to tell me its all worth the while
Paper and bows and more food than I could possibly eat
What’s treasured what’s valued
How could they even know?
Is it all worth it to slave away?
Just to slake greed for one single day