Rinse Repeat A simple man, trapped by society, Raised to feel indebted to his family His fantasy is printed and framed Above the job's lobby. A beautiful Scene of the mountains in Nagasaki. The clear air clears the clouds Of the the solvent factory So he sits and stares Ever unsure of his trajectory. Rinse Repeat The quality of his life is priced At $4.50. If he can't get his fix Of burritos and churro sticks, His world turns to bricks. His grip slips. The slight weight shift on his hips Strips his exuberant demeanor Like a lunar eclipse. Rinse Repeat When he tries to adlib the script, Life and love kicks him in the intelligence. His happiness doesn't take precedence Over the dead presidents he needs To keep his residence. It's evident In his directionless aggressiveness, He feels irrelevant to his existence. So, he slows the pistons of his brilliance. Rinse Repeat His silence has made him forget his presence He's become convinced that washing metal prints Isn't against his will. That the fulfill- Ment of another's vision is the pill To his sickness. Like the use of litmus Will heal his mental limpness Between 9 and 5. The only thoughts He completes are *rinse and *repeat