Freeze begs the cold breeze through the cracked window.
The heartache worsens,
The struggle of ten men
All for naught.
The cry of a clawless cat fills the cavern.
Not even crystalized meth can help now.
Oh well. Oh well.
Wipe your brow and get to work though.
For time waits for no man my lad
Another brave slave soldier of the machine, you.
Just another cog.
So toil away my boy
Ask of nothing akin to your suffering.
A big beef burger for your troubles my good man
Swallow it whole and cater to your labor.
Too often do extremes cut.
Like a fatman’s razor as it slices his fat chin
On a bad day to shave.
One day, I promise,
They will hang my picture in a bathroom stall.
Was there really a message in this,
Or was it all
Just the rambling of an aged youth?