Brother Jimmy, stop a while, take a seat and listen ...
Listen to the whoosh of the A/C ebb and flow...
It seems imbibing corporate rules and little lies that glisten
Is not a healthy diet, don't you know(?)

This place has got you sick and tired and haggard as a hound
But bless your soul with rock, and roll your eyes, you stilted hack,
Though this time, maybe, wait until review time comes around,
"The man" is just the man to hold you back

We find that just a tad of mirth to hide the grit-teeth might,
Just be the way to keep the ship from sinking.
And when the pounding's in my head, my eyelids clamp down tight,
My prayer then, is reign me in, and guard me from free thinking

Wood ignites in the dusty pit.
The man never bothers to clean it.

He's sat on a chair piled with cooking books.
They increase his height.
The man knows this.
And so to past time
He swings his feet.

Face, as dull as always,
He revels in silence.

You'd think he was dead
How unresponsive he was to the world.

He always knew what he
wanted to become in life,
Cooking was his one love.
One push out the door
from a big name, though,
Gave no space for a comeback.

He's put up a shield
to block out the world.
No longer looks forward to fun.

What is he doing with the rest of his life,
He's spending his time drinking ***.

© J-d S. J