Time to fix that smile in place
unfocus eyes so you don't see
the lies
and go to work,

where you know you've got to
face another day of more fake
smiles,

well
fake away
I see the false bonhomie

you've never known me
not the real me
seeing only what you
want to see

but I've seen you
in sick charades
parading what you
think you are

I've seen you rat arsed
on the floor
because you thought
they'd raised the bar,

better by far the monkeys
that chat on my back
I'm used to them and
know what they can do,

but you,
the semi autonomous
inflating your ego
what do you know?

It's Tuesday but I think
it's eighteen forty six and
throwing Dickens in the mix
don't make your whites no
whiter

Snow flakes?
if that's what it takes

nothing lasts as long as
that which cannot carry on

more monkeys to attack
the ones that chat,
my back is itching to
get into someone's
sights.