5am ruptures dream
shower, coffee, car and dawn
I’m on my way
to fight the good fight
cursing wife and kids
who get to sleep
Three piece charcoal ants
striped and ready
wheels that craw the crawl
all off to fight the good fight
cursing car pool guys
especially the motorbikes
Mr. Burnes is always right
you just clam up and take it
if not for him we’d all go broke
you just clam up and fake it
Mrs. Fields is always right
you just clam up and take it
if not for her we’d all go broke
you just clam up and fake it
Mr. Burnes and Mrs. Fields
can rot and go to hell
can sit in shit for all I care
and kiss my ass as well
I wish
I fawn instead
is how you fight the good fight
2pm
I’ll make the 3
barring accidents
Wilson got another plaque today
outsells everyone
manager next I guess
what a kiss up
no wrecks, no crews
I’ll make the 3
but not with hunger
6pm just leaving, honey
yes, five minutes max
7-06 elevator
7-08 garage
7-10 see you tomorrow Steve
7-16 barely made it through on yellow
7-18 back in caravan
Mr. Burnes is out there in the dark
whatever you do, ignore his wart
what the hell happened on the Brooks account
was on your forecast, in the bag you said
he turns a little pink
don’t worry Bob, I know what I’m doing
the hell you do
the hell I do
he turns into a thousand brake lights
bowing to the fucking bottom line
