I turn my head from side to side
Manage a slight peep through cracks between the blinds
Suddenly, I crack

Slouching here, mouthing “f**k my life”
As I blast off another
Email to a customer
Who’s asked the
Same thing
Twice

Oh how we feed into society
Like a scalp swarmed with lice
We set our own traps and get caught
Like mice

I am stuck playing roulette
Like the Russians
All I need is me, a gun
And to ease the fall, a cushion

Stained heels vexed and worn hair band
Wrapped thrice
Will I ever afford something nice?

Tied up cash
Loose ends
Bend me over and
Cuff my hands

Come cheque me out

The boss strolls in with one hand
Front, the other holding a knife

We stay stuck in the same job
Working for your average over compensating knob

A fiddle, a fluke
I need to filter this bullshit
Someone pass me a funnel

Fun and games
We laugh and make jokes of our own dismay
Hoping one day we'll blow the right chamber
Or maybe even roll the infamous 666
And it'll all go away

Well on this very day,
The boss saunters my way,
While he squeaks sweet nothingness
I snatch his knife
Head filled “fuck it”s
And gash my life

I lied

I turn my head from side to side
Arch my back
And tell this damn customer
“My hands are fucking tied”