every start is just another way to end,
we live and in the trying
we find that living's just another dying,

how many lines will you stand in?

your patience wears thin
your skin does too
we're being fed on the scraps
in the rich man's zoo.

Ever looked at or felt the notches on your belt?
did you forget a better time?
every start is just another end in
the ending of another line.

Obsequious and fawning
their **** for brains
say Good Morning,
well that's not for me

I find it best to ignore them,
but
I always disliked the pinstripe man
with the pinhead mind
the greedy man who'd
disrobe the blind and tell them
it's Summer.