9 to 5
I can't quit...
Cause I'm not dead yet.
Take my corpse...and
Pour gravy over it.

Who poured grey paint over the dingy walls?
Its dead, drab grey covered the lifeless faces...
Of each and every waitress.

Burning the eggs...
I wonder...
Is this where mediocrity comes to work itself to death?
As I stare into the fire.

The same fire tamed by man a million years before fast food....
The same fire that fueled our modern world....
The same fire that burned in our hearts when we fall in love....
The same fire that shines in your eyes.

The same fire that burned two cities in Japan...
The same fire that burned the books in **** Germany...
The same fire that burned the eggs...
The same fire in my heart you extingushed when you quit the restaurant and said goodbye to my love devoted to you.

Dead end jobs, love and lives...
God giveth and he taketh away.
Can I be smothered in gravy today?