Standing in the drizzle on my way to work,
a man collapsed and died,
his life began to fizzle and his heart didn't work,
paramedics came, a woman cried,
and all I could think was
'who the hell dies at 8.15 on a Monday morning?'
Then I went to work and fried meat for 12 hours
because it was Monday morning
the week was just beginning
and you need money to live.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
Standing in the drizzle on my way to work,
a man collapsed and died,
his life began to fizzle and his heart didn't work,
paramedics came, a woman cried,
and all I could think was
'who the hell dies at 8.15 on a Monday morning?'
Then I went to work and fried meat for 12 hours
because it was Monday morning
the week was just beginning
and you need money to live.
