Time,
passing the bread down the starvation line
nothing changes but nothing
and nothing's the thing we have got,

Time,
a ***** spot on the lino
fine for the wino
because
he doesn't care

no mothering there
no gentle touch
nothing
much at all.

I'm fed up and hungry
disgruntled and angry
nothing
changes
not even change
it stays the same
we
just give it another name

progress?
oh please
I think I'll **** myself if
someone mentions that.

Time's just the flatline
we're all dead anyway.