posted by forrest 8/3/06
beneath the pressure
i bend
the pressure of measure-ing
up
it builds every breathing moment
we are so alone
finally
and we are only worthy
if we contribute to the machine
the aweful machine
western society,
the united states of american society,
has built.
rush to work
rent goes up
work more
rent goes up more
move to another place
and then another
backward
trying to find a constant
rush
rush
rush
global warming
i hate summer
i hate the sun..anymore
everyone having to have the best
competition
fierce, unrelenting
non-profits my ass
the bottom line
the person has no value here
except as a provider or consumer of product
the mentally ill society
no value to the american way of life
provider of mentally ill services
sucked till we are dry
get the most out of us
pay us as little as possible
a labor of love
we expect to be low paid
rush to work
peel "help me" labels off foreheads
all day....
and on to the next one and the next one
but it never stops
and we keep rushing to work
moving from place to place to afford the rent
finding new facial lines every morning
slowing down to where we are too tired to exercise when we get home
home
it's not home....it's just a place to sleep till we rush back to work.
cynical...you bet i am
sardonic personality...it's developing at warp speed
there are no trains to take me away
to a small little town
where no one rushes around
where no one gives a damn if your rich or poor
fucked in the head
everyone blends in when the train pulls into the station
and welcomes you home
there's a bakery
there's a couple of oldsters widdling on the courthouse steps
there's hardly a car around
little girls and boys riding thier bikes
there's a shady lane
and the church bell chimes
"traveling light are ya young man?"
yes, i don't need much mister
all i need is right here
birds chirping
cattle grazing
takes me back
but i remember well enough to know this is how it should be
more or less
back where i'm from
well, you don't wanna know
clocks just run too fast back there
why, ya can hardly catch your breath...
the seasons there have gotten all crazy
hardly have winters anymore
expectations all around
no sittin' down where i'm from
you gotta rush here and there
there's cars everywhere and the summers with all that asphalt
and concrete buildings
folks stay inside most of the time...something wrong with the atmosphere
but i found this train leaving union station
i just jumped into a scene on a wall
and well here i am
"well son come right on along
we'll take our time
no quotas here
we all work together
play together
i hear you play a little guitar
well you'll fit right in
we have a campfire circle down on the river
you'll fit right in."
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