It ends
when your workplace becomes a place for
friends of old friends
and the old guard is discarded.
but hidden behind the veneer
we are still here
watching the sun and
the **** going down.
They have shot away the enamel
with their lies and their
flannel
and think it's plain sailing,
I
think
that they're failing in their duty,
responsibility
is not on their menu.
But it ends as all things tend to do
I wonder who'll they try to do next.
Cook up another **** up?
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
It ends
when your workplace becomes a place for
friends of old friends
and the old guard is discarded.
but hidden behind the veneer
we are still here
watching the sun and
the **** going down.
They have shot away the enamel
with their lies and their
flannel
and think it's plain sailing,
I
think
that they're failing in their duty,
responsibility
is not on their menu.
But it ends as all things tend to do
I wonder who'll they try to do next.
Cook up another **** up?
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