It would have to be because this is no good to me,

It's a zoo and they put us in here because that's what they do,

a place and a time
but
this time's a mine and
it's ready to blow.

Jammed in and
already crammed full,
I want to pull out the pin
and let the chemicals mix
if that doesn't fix it
nothing will,
my will alone
won't.

and don't tell me
that being a part of society
means I have to put up
with this ****.


We're being made fit
for
the knackers yard
no soft options
this
is hard,
life in the fast lane
gets slower and slower
and they'll want to
blame you
because
that's what they do.

The ponytail comes in
like a carousel and
stands on
my toes,
she's got a  ring through her nose,
but she's young and will eventually
be cured of it.

I'm being decanted or de-cantered
never sure which,
they'll say,
life is a *****
I'm not sure of that
either.